His logging days are written in myrrh, standards inked into withered hands far beyond soap. With lard he scrubs fingers and palms red, scraping at a song he dearly loves but must let go. In the soothing rinse the crisp hum of tap water evokes the buzz of…
Month: December 2021
A SHEEP, A COIN, AND A SON
Luke 15:1-24 One sheep out of a hundred. One coin out of ten. The younger of two precious sons. Lost. Sheep usually stick with the flock, but if one somehow gets separated, a good shepherd will act quickly. The stray will bleat its heart out wandering, winding intermittently. Very vulnerable to predators. Have you…