As a child, I grew up in the Catholic Church. I would go to church and see people repeat the same prayers and songs every single Sunday but I didn’t understand why they were praying or who they were praying
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The Distance from Here to There and Back Again
I met a homeless man this morning. Not on the streets of a poor neighborhood in the urban core of a big city, but instead sleeping under the carport where we park the church bus at
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When I think of growth, the first thing that comes to mind is flowers in a field along with a time-lapse of their process of blossoming from seeds to the beautiful creations that so many people love. Growth can come
Read more“A Mike, a Fausto and a Pablo walk into a bar…”
Well, ok, it wasn’t a literal bar. It was more like a community center. Two of my dearest amigos from the Dominican Republic have taught me so many life lessons, I don’t even know where to begin. Yet, I have
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