“The beauty of pilgrimage is you’re experiencing God's love first hand.”
A healing spring and a lovely town
God loves you, and deeply desires to be in relationship with you. Only God gives our life purpose and meaning.
“Am I not here? I who am your Mother?”
"God's Power is still at work here. Expect great things to happen!"
Am I not here? I, who am your Mother, and is not my help a refuge? Am I not of your kind?
One tentative assertion from a previous post has proved to be a misconception.
Black and white images from our ancestors' early 20th century neighborhood.