Manna

I used to want to be not me.Various other lives looked appealing at different times, but on Sundays,I always wanted to be my pastor.I wanted to be just like her.I wanted the fancy robe, the adoration and respect I saw coming from everyone’s eyes.I wanted the hands that could bless bread, make it more than … More Manna

I Go to Sing

I might be exhausted and the children might be cranky,but I will be going to church on Sunday.Don’t know who is preaching, doesn’t matter –the sermon may be helpful or not, holds my attention or doesn’t –it’s the singing.I go to sing. I get up,get clean,get dressed,possibly get mad (at not-ready kids, at empty coffee … More I Go to Sing