This morning I cut a few peace roses from the bushes by our front door, and brought them in. As I prayed I admired them, with dew still on their petals.
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from the archive
Journal Archive
subscribe(very) short stories
essays
- "A conscientious objection"
- "In God I trust"
- "On pilgrimage"
- "In weakness"
- "The poor do not exist"
- "Nobodies"
- "Glorify your name"
- "Good news to the poor"
- "Does Jesus need a movement?"
- "Are we the people?"
- "Come to me, all ye who labor for a living"
- "Four misconceptions about the kingdom Jesus announced"
- "Where two or three are gathered"
- "Nonviolently resisting God"
- "The power of corporations is the power of the people"
- "God pulls"