The Nazarene The night was cool as the old man walked through the streets. With one hand he leaned on his staff and with the other he held his cloak close. He realized he had been muttering to himself. He shook his head and thought himself an old fool. He had always felt something like a … Continue reading Nicodemus

An old woman stood at her daughter’s table and sprinkled flour on the smooth stone.  Lifting the cloth off of the bowl she saw the dough had risen nicely in the afternoon heat. She rubbed some of the flour on her hands, punched the dough down, and pulled it out onto the stone. She was … Continue reading Baking Bread:The Woman at the Well

When I returned home from the trip in 2004, my tail was tucked firmly between my legs. The seizure and fear of not getting home had messed me up. Yes, I may have received a vision, but I buried it. I rarely thought about it, and I had no plans of ever going back to Ghana. … Continue reading Ocean Front Property: Part 5