By Jenneth Graser –– Your mercy spreads like waves relentless over the faintness of my soul. How long, Oh Lord, is the question that rises from deep within. Because it…
By Jeannie Kendall — Last Sunday I was preaching on the woman at the well, a story very familiar to some people but quite extraordinary in the breath-taking way in which…
by Christine Sine. Tom and I have just returned from a wonderful walk around Greenlake. We are so privileged to live close to this beautiful sanctuary. Sometimes we walk in…
Ana Lisa de Jong — Lent. Speak to me. A word that holds such hidden depths. Take me on your hallowed ground, untouched, and unturned yet by heart or mind.…
Ana Lisa de Jong — Looks deceive, dead seed pods and limbs bereft of leaves. Grey leaden sky, and chilling winter breeze. We hunker down, layered like the earth beneath.…
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