The paradox of the pulpit is that its occupant is a sinner whose chief right to be there is his perpetual sense that he has no right to be there, and is there by grace and always under a spotlight of ...
Stop. Sniff. Stop again. Sniff again. Caught. We call our little Chihuahua-terrier mix our cordless dust buster. Wherever we happen to eat, she positions herself underneath our feet so she can ...