Taste
Taste By Pastor Lisa I was in 7th grade and receiving holy communion for the first time, I felt the wine burn down my throat and thought it was the Holy Spirit. I suppose I should say I thought...
Taste By Pastor Lisa I was in 7th grade and receiving holy communion for the first time, I felt the wine burn down my throat and thought it was the Holy Spirit. I suppose I should say I thought...
A Gracious Plenty: Lessons from a German Grandmother By Al Strohschein Growing up on the farm in Beaver Dam I lived next door to my paternal grandmother Minnie Strohschein. I saw my grandmother every day. She was widowed at...
It’s All About the Red Hots By Libby Gilbertson Christmas baking time rolled around this past Christmas and I shot out a text to my kids asking them if there were any cookies that they wanted to see scrapped...