Most of us have pictured the woman at the well—tired, hot, greying dark hair, etched lines around her mouth and eyes, back stooping over to draw water. We’ve heard the story told in many ways and often without much detail. We’ve heard it told in err. Accusing her of being a harlot who had... Continue Reading →
Them Bones, Them Bones
When my children were small, we rented a humble house in a subdivision. One night, one of my sons knocked a lamp over that had no shade, and it fell on the comforter. The lightbulb smoldered and caught fire. I awoke in the wee hours of the morning to the scent of smoke and was... Continue Reading →