Bread of Life   Murmurs ripple through the crowd. What kind of Messiah is this? Eat His flesh, drink His blood? Some scornfully mutter, He…

  Unchanging Light 2 Corinthians 9:15   Overwhelmed by winter’s hard, withered hand, aspen, oak, and elm stand gray-haired and naked in a leafless stupor…

The Reward   I buried my talent, I burned my lamp, waiting.   I fed myself and drank; I kept my clothing, didn’t visit. Alone,…