A paradox wrapped in an enigma playing the accordion. I'm a sinner-saint, child of God working at the cross-roads of church and world. A Deaconess called to connect people living near the center with people on the edge and to help your life sing (literally and figuratively) while doing it. People don't always get the deaconess part. Could be the swearing, the corporate job, or the wine.
November 2, 2011 at 3:23 pm
I missed the first but I can try… do we need to do weekends too?
November 2, 2011 at 10:14 am
Yeah – I like when you blog
I’d join you, but…..(inset a million excuses)…