The wind tickled my ears. I exhaled, staring up into the leaf-laden branches shuffling in the wind. Curious blades of grass bearing gleaming bulbs of morning dew formed a green bed around me. I was with God. Face-up in the grass, bared...
Solomon’s Porch is a little coffeehouse and bookstore on the premises of my church.
They do a lot of frozen drinks, dubbed “Freddos,” and iced coffees and stuff like that, but I think the best thing they have is the...