A Street View of a City Garden
Walking through Boston, we came across this garden view of a brownstone, and longed to live on the streets we were walking.
Walking through Boston, we came across this garden view of a brownstone, and longed to live on the streets we were walking.
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To read the story of how my parents met and began their ministry:
“There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
“I know of only one duty, and that is to love.”
“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?”