Promise of Spring
A poem by Kate McIlhagga of the Iona Community Pale winter sun,flooding the earthwith your light,gilding the bare treeswith your touch.Your eyeshave seenthe glo...
A poem by Kate McIlhagga of the Iona Community Pale winter sun,flooding the earthwith your light,gilding the bare treeswith your touch.Your eyeshave seenthe glo...
Some of God’s words are not pleasant to read. Zephaniah opens with a deluge of His fiery wrath against man and beast alike. In what can seem a heartless tirade,...
I prayed, Lord have mercy. And mercy came in common ways. It came in a brand new pair of binoculars, opened before Christmas and remembered for the trip. It cam...
The mountains tremble at the coming of the Lord. Creation groans in expectation. The whole world waits in anticipation. The question is, do we? ~lg