by Eileen Parsons | Apr 15, 2016 | Articles
Gurgles and groans shouted from the spout. I had pumped soap into my hand, turned the handle and expected water. Instead, it was a series of burps and protests. I also noticed that the toilet tank wasn’t filling with water. “Great,” I thought. “The water...
by Eileen Parsons | Mar 31, 2016 | Articles
It’s quiet. Birdsong rides on the gentle breeze rustling the leaves. The sun is a faint glow in the east, not yet ready to dawn the day. The women speak in hushed voices, their whispers filled with sadness and longing. “Who will roll the stone away?” they wonder. ...
by Eileen Parsons | Mar 3, 2016 | Articles
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...
by Eileen Parsons | Jul 18, 2015 | Articles
His friend was dying. Messengers had arrived from Bethany with the news, “Come quickly, Jesus. Lazarus is sick.” He waited. Two days. By the time Jesus returned to Bethany, Lazarus had been dead four days. Do you ever wonder if the human part of...
by Eileen Parsons | Apr 29, 2015 | Articles
My car is ten years old and has 126,000 miles on the engine. It runs great, has had no major problems. The body is starting rust (Northern New York winters take a major toll on a car’s body); the clear-coat is cracking and peeling, but under the hood, it still runs...
