We will eat, drink, and be merry – convinced that nothing will ever be demanded of us. That we can stockpile all we need. That are big, full barns can make us safe. That power means more than well-being.
What do a demon-possessed pagan man, a chronically-ill outcast woman, and a young girl have in common?
This is the first of a three-part series on retirement. “Let me know my end, LORD. How many days do I have left? I want to know how brief […]
This is the end of week 2 of 7. This week began by counting everything in my closet (with the exception of foundation items). The total was a staggering 380 […]