The first hymn I ever learned was “Amazing Grace.” My dad used to hum it to me when I was a child and, later, taught
Do you look upon me as an unused pen Or an instrument prepared and poised to write The words and works that speak of such
I say to you: do not pull up the weeds. If you begin, it is a lifelong taskAs with each stem and bud you find
Isn’t it interesting how certain pieces of music grip us and follow us throughout our lives? As a lover of liturgy, I welcome these key
I’ve read a lot of dystopian novels and, interestingly, they all seem to suggest the same elements for the destruction of a functioning, fulfilling society.
For about a year now, I’ve had a silly idea for a story. Finally, I worked up the courage to write it and share it