Because Hospital is Short for Hospitality
The hour had grown late for me, and when the last guest left, I donned my pink P.J.’s, and washed my face for bed when there was a quiet knock at the door. “Are we too late to join?” “Absolutely not! Please, come right on in.” She walked in with a friend I had not...
Fallow Fields and Hallowed Places
Farm fields zing past as Doc and I drive beach bound. Cotton fields birthing green though brown tilled fields promise a good harvest in the fall. A few fields appear as a blanket of green with red polka-dots as far as you can see. “Those are fallow fields”...
When You Find Yourself Outside The City Gates
I see you there alone warming yourself by the fire outside the city gates. I see your pain, hurt, and longing for one friend to accept you. One who will invite you inside the walls of community. Is there any hurt like rejection? Can anything compare to hearing...
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