kingdom comes

kingdom comes

It was a day not unlike any other. Dirt clung to the heels of the people who passed in the street and in the public places. Flies gathered around dogs’ ears and water splashed as it poured from the well into jars. There were silent, knowing glances exchanged...
the eyes of an artist

the eyes of an artist

“If we are to love our neighbors, before doing anything else we must see our neighbors.  With our imagination as well as our eyes, that is to say like artists,  we must see not just their faces but the life behind and within their faces.  Here it is love that is...
where freedom begins

where freedom begins

It was the Monday to end all Mondays. We had made it to lunchtime only hanging by a thread. Leftover hamburgers from the weekend grill were forced into the microwave while hunger held tightly to the greasy door handle, waiting for the ding. Peanut butter slathered...