Jeff’s Journal 2010 – 2018

A young mother walked into the church of her youth with tears in her eye recalling good memories of her youth

Some days we simply need to be reassured that God is a refuge and that we are able to “hide”under

  He could cry. Read the story about Lazarus, his good friend, who died. He could tell a tale. Look!

Back through the millions of tiny recollections we focus on one memory. My grandson Eli, who is 8, said the

Jesus observed something happening. Guests were choosing, on their own, the places of honor at banquets to which they were