Standing in front of his tiny church, we were looking over one of Jamaica's green mountain peaks...we stood in the muddy rut made by the wheel of a passing mule drawn cart...he turned and said, "I pray for you and your church." Tears flowed.
(Reflection by Rev. Carol DiGiusto)
Friday, March 18, 2011
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