An unexpected meal
We walk through the line like everybody else and bag up food for Mrs. J. We’d been asked to take her some groceries from Manna House. We’d been told she…
Read moreI got hugged by Papa
“I suppose that since most of our hurts come through relationships so will our healing, and I know that grace rarely makes sense for those looking in from the outside.”…
Read moreA “chance” encounter?
Is this just me, or you, too? You round the bread aisle at Publix and see someone slightly familiar, but you’re not sure. You avoid eye contact again until you…
Read moreDiscrimination—An inside view
It’s a touchy subject. I’m uncomfortable bringing it up. I’d rather ignore racial lines altogether—I know we’re all the same!—but sometimes if we want to know what we’re blind to…
Read moreTo hear voices, listen
The professional caterer walks to our table next. He needs to fix a few pre-meal errors we’d made—face each knife in the right direction; put the napkins on the correct…
Read moreThe tale of two babies
I hold a precious baby boy on one day at one place, and a sweet baby girl another day, another place. One, while his mama packs up donated canned goods…
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