Tiny legs carried them across the sand in a frenetic search as each child bent low over a crudely sketched map. The sunlight shone from their eyes like sea glass scattered on the beach. “It’s here somewhere,” one said. “Let me look at...
The place name dogged me all week–my thoughts returning again and again to the words of John 18:5. When he had finished praying, Jesus left with his disciples and crossed the Kidron Valley. On the other side there was a garden, and he and his disciples went into...
