A Twist on Tolkien: All Who Are Lost Wander
Of all the dogs I’ve owned, I loved the one I lost most. She was a black and white Springer Spaniel we named Sasson, Hebrew for joy. I know, I know. We were young and so spiritual and didn’t have kids yet. We bought her in our first year of marriage. Dee Dee chose...The Poet and the Painter on Boundaries
“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places,” declares David in Psalm 16. That line boundaries in pleasant places is an odd one, especially read in a time when boundaries are readily broken and often despised. What on earth can David mean? Yes, when...
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