Well, habemus papam. Welcome, Pope Leo! Bless him … and us. I hope no one thinks I am blasphemous, but I go to a church nearly every Saturday that is not denominational. It isn’t held in any sort of ornate cathedral, temple or mosque. It’s a plain wooden, open-air shed with a metal roof and a loose brick floor – but it’s filled with goodness, joy and a diversity of devotees who share in the […]

My Church Is A Farmer’s Market – And Vice Versa
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