Eighteen years ago, I planted a garden for the first and, as it turns out, the last time. My neighbor at the time, a retired landscaper, offered to till up a corner of my yard with his landscaping equipment. He must have had a lot of faith in my gardening abilities, as evidenced by the…
bitterness
No Bitter Root
A few Sundays ago, I sat in the church pew, holding the individualized, pre-packaged communion elements we’ve all grown accustomed to over the past year, and listened as one of my pastors fenced the table. Our pastors each do this a little differently, but there’s always a caution and an invitation to the believing as…