On a recent morning, cup of coffee in hand, sitting on my bench in the meadow behind my house, dog chewing her most recent stick acquisition, I counted the bird songs. I was remembering how … [Read more...]
surfing the reformation on a wave of religion-less Christianity
On a recent morning, cup of coffee in hand, sitting on my bench in the meadow behind my house, dog chewing her most recent stick acquisition, I counted the bird songs. I was remembering how … [Read more...]