As a child I remember my mother, an elder in our Presbyterian church, preparing Communion. I remember going with her to buy bread a few days before so it would not be too soft to cut in little squares and…
Finding grace in the midst of my horribly interrupted reverent moment
Sunday, October 6, 2013. A date which will live in infamy…at least at Augusta Heights. Needless to say, it was not a day that went according to plan. Let’s put it this way: When the pastor has to be at…