I go this week.
We go.
And we do not go alone.
Continue readingLingering ever-so-pleasantly in our kitchen this morning: the enticing aroma of homemade Monster Cookies…
I didn’t catch Dennis’ last name. And he didn’t even ask mine.
Even so, there Dennis was, on duty, at 7:40 AM…to open up and welcome me (plus about 35 other strangers) into the Fellowship Hall of the Peace Evangelical Lutheran Church in Chester yesterday.
There’s nothing quite like doing a short stretch in prison…to sharpen one’s desire to give thanks.
First-time team members typically find the request shocking: We ask everyone who serves on team to round up 40 dozen homemade cookies, all to be shared with residents and staffers during our Kairos Prison Ministry weekend retreat.
The first thing I noticed, as our Kairos Weekend began inside the prison last week, were the guys who didn’t show. Continue reading
Sure: I’ve seen the ‘multiplication’ miracle happen on more than one occasion, but it never gets old.
Sometimes, grace peeks through under the oddest circumstances.
I think even Peter—and his post-Resurrection fishing crew—might be impressed.
Grandson Francis and I have at least this much in common: We know when we’re surrounded by love.