I remember almost every moment of my wedding day: the smell of the yellow roses in my bouquet, the feel of Todd’s great-grandmother’s ring slipping onto my finger, and the lightning storm that knocked out the power at our reception.
If you know much about me, you know that I love little nerdy facts.
Many of us know this verse from Warner Sallman’s famous painting, Christ at Heart’s Door.
There are places in scripture so powerful, so deep, that to recite them is to experience them.
This Wednesday, August 5th, is our last Summer Potluck at Wesley Hall.
One of the places that has shaped the direction of my life is Taizé, a small pilgrim community in the hills of Burgundy, France.
My first mission trip was to the Appalachian Mountains of Tennessee.