A Blurred Reflection

Tag: church

  • Ellen’s Home

    People who speak of lifting houses singlehandedly usually have a ties to spy business, or so I’m told.

  • The Time When I Started a Church

    Driving along a cold, forsaken road one dark night, my radio croaking out a mournful song,  I saw a church. A church that had a lighted cross by the highway, and warm, welcoming lights on inside, as if it was open to strangers and a crackling fire was burning in the hearth. “How strange!” I…