One of the benefits of pastoring a church that has been blessed with its own building is having a place to go to pray. On Sundays, I stand at the pulpit and preach
Jesus saved me while I sat at the kitchen table with my mother. I was just a boy, still obsessed with Power Rangers and Lego. Looking back 25 years, I don't know how
It never ceases to amaze me how effectively poetry can describe a moment.
If you'd like to read it, view this poem at the Poetry Foundation
[https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/91413/we-lived-happily-during-the-war]