
Sunday Morning Chapel
Morning light filters, golden, through the trees enveloping the well-traveled village path with a lovely light. The fragrance of the blossoming verdant flowers fills the air with a sweet perfume of God’s grace.
Morning light filters, golden, through the trees enveloping the well-traveled village path with a lovely light. The fragrance of the blossoming verdant flowers fills the air with a sweet perfume of God’s grace.
A small village nestled in a bucolic cove serves as haven to all who are weathering a storm. It may be rough seas...
In Thomas Kinkade’s writings he often referred to the natural world as God’s greatest cathedral. Thom honestly felt that you could see the...
I love the Christmas Eve services and the traditions that go along with them. In our church, it means lighting candles and passing...
“Thy mercies are new every morning” – Lamentations 3:23 Sunrise graces us with a radiant metaphor for faith. No matter how dark the...
A recent visit to Riga, Latvia, featured a chance to work with young orphans who knew nothing about art or artists. I was...
“Pause in your travels ye wayfarer, and celebrate the Lord in the beauty of His creation.” That is the invitation Carmel’s Church of...
The impulse of faith and a love of beauty seem to go together. That is how I explain the fact that often, in...
A grove of aspens high in the mountains would be an idyllic place for worship. I have imagined just such a church in...
The stone walls of the chapel seem to grow out of the earth itself, while the pristine waters of the stream cascade in...
What’s around the next bend? What lies at the end of the trail? When I walk an unfamiliar path, curiosity drives me on....
Santa Barbara, California is often called, “The American Riviera.” Yet even with its many art galleries and theaters, the most popular site in...
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