wallowing in one of my “muttery” moods–discouraged, and angry at the cruel and careless words bombarding me on every social media side. I wondered what it means to be a Christian, when “Christians” behave no better than the rest. ...
Peace will come at a time that is known to the Master, and it will not last a day or night of the present time, but forever, an unlimited brightness, boundless glory, a settled peace, and sure rest. For death will be cast headlong down, and health will be unfailing, anxiety unknown,...
We sit at a table in the shade, thebouteille d’eauI sip from sweats moisture as the day warms.Un cahierrests by my elbow, its lined pages covered in scribbled notes written withle styloI grip in my hand. Right now my brain is cooking. The discussion isen françaisand my tutor has...