Long ago, I was a personal trainer. One of my clients was a Catholic Priest. He was patient with me. I was intolerant. He talked of icons and creeds and I closed my mind. ~~~ Years ago, in New York City, I stopped to use the restroom at a gas station on a road with six lanes and potholes and …
It Can’t Just Be About The Blog Post
Yesterday's sermon had me squirming in the pew, so I drove out to the local vineyard after church. (It's not what you think.) I didn't even change my clothes. I just grabbed my camera, my phone, my laptop, my bible, my pen, my purse, my keys, and my bottled water and jumped in the car. I was …