Friendship Is More Than A Myth

As they celebrated the artist’s success and prepared for the second brother to attend school, they realized that his fingers, stiff and twisted from mine work, could no longer execute the delicate strokes of a sensitive artist.

By | June 24th, 2011|Hope, Interesting History|0 Comments

Jesus Is My Home Address

“I’ll be fine,” I assured them. But as I watched the taillights of their white Toyota disappear over the aloe-covered hillside, it suddenly hit me: “I am thousands of miles from home, and I don’t know anybody.”

By | June 17th, 2011|Hope|0 Comments