Bob Blundell

River of Life

Along the muddied banks of the Jordan, thin reeds, the color of sage, reached toward the sky, bending gently in the breeze. A silver mist clung to the water’s surface, and as the sun pierced the clouds, the haze glistened in the morning light. I would have preferred solitude, being alone with my thoughts and […]

hand holding a stone

Day of Reckoning: A Reflection of John 8:1-11

Reliving a well-known scene in John 8:1-11.