I don’t remember much of my father, but I do recall his telling me to always stand up for my rights as a Jew, and to never let people take advantage of me or my people. Long after he had been beaten to death, his lifeless body thrown from a cliff by a group of … Continue reading “I Am Barabbas” (short fiction)

My family and I were taking a relaxing, Sunday stroll through the graveyard this past weekend, talking and laughing, as we always do, when I noticed a gravestone that stood out to me. The back of it read: “Just call me Joey.” I purposely didn’t look at the front, because I didn’t want to know … Continue reading Finding Joy in a Life of Service

“Go quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and invite the poor, the crippled, the blind, and the lame. Go out into the country lanes and behind the hedges and urge anyone you find to come, so that the house will be full.” This was taken from one of Jesus’ parables, related in … Continue reading A Gathering of the Beautiful People

I am surrounded by ragged, hagard soldiers of the Cross. Jesus Christ has seen fit to put me in the middle of a group of family and friends who have overcome seemingly impossible odds. Indeed, these warrior souls have not only lived to tell their tale, but inspire others who are just as lost in … Continue reading Battered, Broken, Beautiful Warriors

“The ropes of death entangled me; floods of destruction swept over me. The grave wrapped its ropes around me; death laid a trap in my path. "But in my distress I cried out to the Lord; yes, I prayed to my God for help. He heard me from his sanctuary; my cry to him reached … Continue reading “The Ropes of Death Entangled Me”