The Sinner and the Stones

The Sinner and the Stones

From John 8:3-11     Her body was pressed into the ground.  The sand cut her face.  Her feet were blistered from the march across the city.  They hadn’t allowed her to put on her sandals or her head scarf.  They’d hardly given her time to cover up with her...
Calm in the Storm

Calm in the Storm

Lightning streaked across the sky.  Thunder rumbled in the distance.  The rain didn’t come, but the humidity rose steadily, promising rain would come.  It was well after two in the morning, but I couldn’t sleep.  Sitting on the living room floor in front of the French...
Through the Desert to the Garden

Through the Desert to the Garden

The sun emblazoned the crystals of sand.  Any breath of breeze picked up the sand and carried it along, throwing it into my face before swirling it across the expanse.  The heat pressed down on me, and my thirst was overwhelming.  I knew I wasn’t alone.  Turning my...
World at War

World at War

Billowy clouds, twinkling stars, sliver of a moon.  The little town rested.  Ceramic tiled roofs covered homes where the mothers, fathers, and children slept, the cobblestone streets quiet, empty, in the midnight hour.   The drone of engines shattered the quiet. ...