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I am now the mother

Yesterday morning I realized why I am grateful to be back in the ‘old-fashioned’ way of church. I was one of two parents responsible for overseeing our teenage sons as they prepared sausage biscuits in the church kitchen for a youth group fundraiser. We had to be at...

Yeshua, My Son

“Mary, Mary!” The muffled voices from outside came at her, first as a dream, then piercing through her chest. “Mary!” She sat up, gasping for air. She knew. Quickly she dressed and went to the door. It was so dark as she fumbled with its latch, working against the...