The Practice of Belonging
The eternal words of the late Archbishop Desmond Tutu really help me with both the Read More
George R. Graham | Read John 21:9-14
Waking up in my grandparents’ house to the smell of breakfast cooking is a favorite childhood memory. My grandparents lived in Philadelphia, where scrapple is a regional breakfast food. This pan-fried pork and cornmeal mush is not something I would have normally eaten. But to me it smelled like love...
Wake us up, Jesus, to the smell of your love cooking in our lives. Amen.
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