An elderly lady walked up to the pharmacy counter and spoke softly to our clerk, “Could YOU help me?…I’d rather HER not…HER kind of people are dirty.” I was the ‘HER’ she was referring to, standing at a distance behind the counter. Aside from being called ‘Comanche’ by a middle school bully, this was my
Carriers of His Presence
Now that the wrapping paper has been picked up and the dishes have all been washed, I have had a moment to pause and reflect on the memories created this Christmas season. Our families are
