They sat in the same room, but they lived a hundred miles apart. The woman was in her rocking chair, which slowly creaked back and forth. Her fingers moved busily as her knitting needles made steady clicking sounds. The man, sitting in his recliner, held…
I was reading through some old journal entries recently and stumbled across one from the Easter season two years ago. At the time, I had been on a spring break mission trip to a community center in Indianapolis – the same community center, as it…