The unspeakable happened; B.'s beloved suffered a miscarriage.
When love crosses borders, all it wants is to come home.
There was room in the vehicle for an interfaith evening of illumination and joy.
My home state of Georgia is NOT a blue state; it's not even a purple state.
"My partner and I were attacked; he was killed and I had to flee."
Sitting in solitude beside Springer Mountain I mystically sense a gracious, indiscriminate love.
In the silence of last Sunday’s meeting for worship I heard one of the best Advent sermons ever.