My windshield is smeared with salt and grime, striped with my windshield wipers’ attempts to polish the world. The wiper fluid is frozen and its meager attempts at throwing up liquid just makes the snow on the front of the…
John 1:29-42 Confession time: I have built a habit over many years of learning about God so as to have tastes and appetizers instead of going straight to God and waiting with Him for His Presence, gathering a whole meal…
Mark 1:29-42 Andrew and another disciple zigzagged with Jesus through the crowd to his home, perhaps a room at an inn, maybe a space on a rented rooftop able to feel the vibrations of a busy family below. Their…