I am Spartacus.

She’s one of those friends that you can pick up months later, right where you left off. A relationship that’s like an old pair of slippers. Comfy. Worn in. For the long haul. So when she popped up on Facebook, I was pleased. As she lives states away, is pretty...

Memorial Day – Part I

Not that my friend was trying to do me in, but after 50 minutes of Zumba class (my first visit to such fun), I was beginning to question her motives.  My heart pounding and my lungs heaving, I somehow successfully managed to climb into her car for the ride home....

Dead Silence.

Holy Week. Day 7. Saturday. (The Jewish Sabbath) In the grave. That’s where Christ was on this day. Stone cold. Deathly silent. It was the Sabbath. No work would be done. A day of complete rest for God’s chosen people. Thus, the rush to have Jesus prepared...