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The Power of Love

The Power of Love

My maternal grandmother wore her white hair long, pulled back from her face, and falling straight down her back. She spoke broken English with a heavy German accent. Her name was Marie. And she loved me. My mother and I lived with her and my grandfather Josef off and...
Use the Keys

Use the Keys

Wearing a clerical collar and, as I recall, a black suit, I stood in line waiting to buy something at a drugstore near the church I was serving. A man directly in front of me turned around and asked, “Do you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?” Surprised that...