Yes, we too are a risen people. This was not the final end of us. Our story does not end here. We are only at the beginning of our story.
There is a room furnished with familiar things; a carpet with a ruddy woven pattern, a three piece suite, and a polished mahogany display cabinet. It adjoins a small kitchenette, cluttered with the cups and plates of a widowered man. This room and kitchen exit now only in my memory, but sometimes in my dreams … Continue reading Early on the First Day of the Week