Little Eyes on Jesus

Three small communion cups, drained empty, are stacked together in my hand. My two little girls sit on my right, not so little anymore. From the middle of the country, in small-town America, they drank...

God Give Us Eyes for the Lonely

Can you see them? Do you know who they are? They sit among us in the congregation, sometimes at the heart of the body, sometimes on the fringes. They worship on Sundays and gather for...