This was written when Covid-19 hit all of us (and the grocery stores) hard.
Growing up we had two paintings in my house I can distinctly remember always being there. One was a painting of The Last Supper with Jesus standing up at the table, arms stretched out as if welcoming each disciple, even his betrayer, into them. The other was of an old man, hands folded in prayer,Continue reading “THROWBACK THURSDAY: On the Other Side of Easter (Written 2020)”
I wrote this in 2010 following knee injury.