A Church for the Grandparents

A Church for the Grandparents

After my vacation, back in Jerusalem, I received a message from Nick which, of course, included a query. “At the village, on the 8th, they celebrate another feast for Jesus’ mother. My grandmother says it’s her birthday.” I explained to him that, from the early...
Another Empty Tomb?

Another Empty Tomb?

I approached the church in the small coastal village where I would be staying for a few days, and suddenly, a boy rushed toward me. It was Nick, my friend from a short flight a little over two years ago. We embraced like old friends. He is taller now, but otherwise...