Preparing for company, I piled my cart high, and joined a slow-moving line. I turned and noticed a three-piece-suited dapper-looking man standing behind me, clutching a modest basket. I urged the man to take the place in line before me. He smiled, looked me in the eye, and answered...
We don’t know her name. We’re given a glimpse, we bump into her a few days before Jesus’ crucifixion in a healed leper’s home. But her astonishing act resounds through the long years, a theme song for the gospel of grace. But not forgotten. A woman enters the room carrying an...