by jakeowensby | Apr 1, 2022 | John 12:1-8
She died at work. A massive heart attack seized her as she stood behind the grocery store’s deli counter. Maybe she was slicing pastrami for a customer. Or making potato salad. Or just daydreaming. Her coworkers found her lying on the floor and called 911. The EMTs...
by jakeowensby | Apr 5, 2019 | John 12:1-8
We didn’t know that her name would be Marie. We didn’t know that she would be a she. Before the era of sonograms, my mom was massively pregnant. And three-year-old me wanted a baby sister. So, with Mom’s help, I grabbed a crayon and wrote Santa a letter asking...
