What if…Jesus never walked down that steep road?
I stood at the top of Palm Sunday Road. My heart pounded in my chest. Was I really about to walk down the very same road Jesus took thousands of years ago? I wanted to pinch myself. I clapped like a school girl. “This is so exciting,” I said to my sister Sue. “But our...
What if…we stopped worrying?
Mindy drummed her fingers on the table, and stared at the phone willing it to ring. It had been two hours since her daughter left the concert in Toronto. Jeremy walked into the kitchen. “Do you think the longer you gawk at the phone, it will ring?” “She should be home...







