Under the Table and Dreaming
I’m biased, but I think my little sister is the best writer I know. Before I knew what one was, she had a blog. Talking on the phone to her last night, I started thinking a lot about Mark chapter 7: And from there [Jesus] arose and went away to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And He entered a house, and would not have any one know it; yet He could not be hid. But immediately a woman, whose little daughter was possessed by an unclean spirit, heard of Him, and came and fell down at His feet. Now the woman was a Greek, a Syrophoenician by birth. And she [...]