Palm Sunday at Home
For the second year in a row, we’ll not be at church on Palm Sunday, and I won’t be in charge of the donkey.
For the second year in a row, we’ll not be at church on Palm Sunday, and I won’t be in charge of the donkey.
As I write this, tens of thousands of people have gathered for a tenth straight day from New York City to San Francisco, in every state and at least 11 nations, to protest racism and police brutality.
The 8 foot tree stands in the living room of our tiny, messy apartment and we step carefully around it to get into the bedrooms.
Once when I forgot to bring a chapter book for Peter, then six, to read in church, which was in those