My daughter held the palm frond as if she’d never seen such a thing. I gave mine a perfunctory wave. We were both visitors, standing in the foyer of an elementary school turned church. The pastor was a friend, but in the ten minutes before a worship service—especially during Holy Week—I wasn’t going to latch [Read More...]
from
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2017/04/palm-fronds/
No comments:
Post a Comment