It was a long time ago, over thirty years, I suppose.
You might say it was a lifetime ago when she abandoned her marriage, her children, and ultimately her Lord.

James Sanders

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She never suspected

Ella nunca sospechó

Grandma lived hundreds of miles from us and as a child,
I saw her but every three or four years.

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»Cuando vio Simón que por la imposición de las manos de los apóstoles se daba el Espíritu Santo, les ofreció dinero . . . . «

Las Bienaventuranzas: Los pacificadores

He that diggeth a pit shall fall into it; and, whoso breaketh an hedge, a serpent shall bite him. —

The last words of a dying man, we remember the most—

Leaving their nets and boats was leaving their business.

Las Bienaventuranzas: Los de limpio corazón

A fire in a small town , Adventure on a lazy morning—

»Lenguas repartidas, como de fuego . . . . « »Cada uno les oía hablar en su propia lengua . . . . «

Las Bienaventuranzas: Los Misericordiosos

The Lord invites the sinner, but we snatch the invitation from their hands.

Words spoken at the funeral of a friend—

I shall be telling this with a sigh, Somewhere ages and ages hence—

He did not do as he had said He did more—

Two sons, each with the same demand.

Las Bienaventuranzas: Los Mansos

Remember Gaius? The church in his town was bad.

She wanted him arrested. She also out of love wanted to kiss him good-bye.

Among the twenty-something crowd, sin is not a popular word. Denial does not solve the problem.

God closed the day as easily as we might close a door Memories are made of this and so are dreams of a boat under sail—

Why does he make that abominable noise? With the air of a gentleman who could afford to pay—

We ask many questions in life. We have to look inward to our very soul.

Las Bienaventuranzas: Los que Lloran

Dios responde a la oración

Las Bienaventuranzas: Los Pobres en Espiritu

A Dickensian story of a young Mexican boy, who worked on the street as a bootblack.

While on this earth, we must not act as unbelievers and rebels.

Meditaciones en un cementerio

Abandonando a Dios

Ella nunca sospechó

Grandma lived hundreds of miles from us and as a child, I saw her but every three or four years.

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»Cuando vio Simón que
por la imposición de las manos de los apóstoles
se daba el Espíritu Santo, les ofreció dinero . . . . «

He that diggeth a pit shall fall into it; and,
whoso breaketh an hedge, a serpent shall bite him. —

The last words of a dying man,
we remember the most—

Leaving their nets and boats was leaving
their business.

A fire in a small town ,
Adventure on a lazy morning—

»Lenguas repartidas, como de fuego . . . . «
»Cada uno les oía hablar en su propia lengua . . . . «

The Lord invites the sinner,
but we snatch the invitation from their hands.

I shall be telling this with a sigh,
Somewhere ages and ages hence—

He did not do as he had said
He did more—

Two sons,
each with the same demand.

Remember Gaius?
The church in his town was bad.

She wanted him arrested.
She also out of love wanted to kiss him good-bye.

Among the twenty-something crowd, sin is not a popular word.
Denial does not solve the problem.

God closed the day as easily as we might close a door
Memories are made of this and so are dreams of a boat under sail—

Why does he make that abominable noise?
With the air of a gentleman who could afford to pay—

We ask many questions in life.
We have to look inward to our very soul.

A Dickensian story of a young Mexican boy,
who worked on the street as a bootblack.

While on this earth,
we must not act as unbelievers and rebels.

Grandma lived hundreds of miles from us and as a child,
I saw her but every three or four years.