The Miracle Grid

Then he took the man by the hand and helped him to stand. The beggar’s feet and ankles instantly became strong. He leaped and jumped and praised God as he entered the temple courts with Peter and John. 

The Good Fight

One day while vsiting Mom, I got a rare glimpse into the mind of one with Alzheimer’s. “I feel like I am in a tunnel and can’t find my way back,” she said. “Are you afraid?” I asked. “No, just frustrated.” “Where do you go in the tunnel?” I prodded. “I’m with my mother.” “Why do you go to your mother’s?” “Because she knows how to fix things,” she said, tapping her forehead.