I’ve been sitting with this morning’s news and a cup of coffee, and I keep thinking about Francis of Assisi. Not the statue in the garden. The real one. The young man who walked unarmed into a sultan’s war camp in the middle of the Crusades, just to have a conversation. No army. No conditions.Continue reading “Sunday Morning with St. Francis…”
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