Faith or Stupidity

Back an Alley My first significant encounter with the paradox of faith or stupidity came back an alley in the middle of the city.  I was fifteen.  My youth group had driven in minivans into the city and back the alley.  We were going to a soup kitchen, our vans laden with potato ham casserole, … Continue reading Faith or Stupidity

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Not Kneaded

When I was small, My mommy would make our daily bread, Her loaves were round-topped Golden, delicious softness. But still, I liked it better to make my own, She gave a lump of dough, Showed how to sprinkle flour, Formed her large loaf. I formed mine. And when, all baked, the loaves came   forth … Continue reading Not Kneaded