was human, imperfect, and I’m sure she failed time and again in trying to raise the Son of God to adulthood. She was chosen for a task. God chooses every mom to be a mother to the children He decides to place in their lives, for however long He chooses. They ...
bell for good measure it produced, as always, a dull ‘thud”. Looking both ways, on the off chancea car might be coming, I crossed Orchard Road. I was Snoopy, flying through thesky on my Sopwith Camel, chasing the Red Baron. I locked in my target. It was nowor never. Hitting...