Make sure there are no children reading over your shoulder before I tell you that a couple of years ago I visited the grave of Santa Claus. I was in Bari in southern...
The crooked lines of our lives, when lived and walked and breathed in God, leads to the freedom of which we dream.
We can easily fool ourselves, justifying our misleading motivations and numbing our senses to the signs given by God
In our more reflective moments we suspect that it is Jesus himself whom we are actively crucifying.
At any hour of the day or night Jesus is inviting you: “Come now, let us talk this over.”
So that people know which table you are at simply scribble FFF on a table napkin, take a seat and wait.