A DESCENDANT OF THE DISCIPLES   a couple thousand years ago some men and women sacrificed their lives stoned, crucified, exiled, and I’m over here worried what other people will think if I mention that I believe in the same Jesus.

Eden’s Labor   Glaring at the rusty clock, measuring minutes between her contractions with such a fragile hand she wrote them. Her pain would be no more.   Groping into the dark of night, beginning the thirtieth hour. no warrior could fathom such a strength…