Jagged pebbles bit into her bruised elbows and knees. Prostrate before the Rabbi, the stones were no less sharp than the open wounds lacerating her soul. "Make it stop. Make it stop," she inwardly cried. "Let me wake up from this nightmare." A scream filled the air. Who could utter such a fearful noise, full... Continue Reading →
Reaching out with more than questions
Father God, Like the woman with the issue of blood in the Gospels who reached out and touched the hem of Your garment, believing that in that exchange healing would flow, I bow before You, crawling through the dusty streets and crowds to reach out to You. I feel the jostle of inconsiderate passerbyes. I smell... Continue Reading →
