Christ is risen! I spend most weekday mornings driving my daughter to school. She is used to me getting in the car, turning off the radio, and having a conversation all the way to school. "How did you sleep?" "What did you dream about?" "What's going on in your life?"...
"This world is not my home. I'm just a'passing through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me from heaven's open door. And I can't feel at home in this world anymore." That's an old spiritual that I use to sing as a boy...
"This world is not my home. I'm just a'passing through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me from heaven's open door. And I can't feel at home in this world anymore." That's an old spiritual that I use to sing as a boy...
"This world is not my home. I'm just a'passing through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me from heaven's open door. And I can't feel at home in this world anymore." That's an old spiritual that I use to sing as a boy...
"This world is not my home. I'm just a'passing through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me from heaven's open door. And I can't feel at home in this world anymore." That's an old spiritual that I use to sing as a boy...
Christ is risen! "Nobody told me there'd be days like these!" Well, that not exactly true. St. Paul did warn that "in the last days perilous times will come: For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers,...
