To My King,
A paragon of the Universe’s virtues, an exemplary of God’s own creation, and my Light in the encumbering darkness where I sought comfort in for too long. 212 more words
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I’ve been raised as a Christian my whole life. But about 2 years ago, I realized that it wasn’t my true calling or a place where I felt at home at all.
At the 8:30 am bell, the monks walked barefoot on the wet concrete road where the lay people waited eagerly for them.
I took off my shoes as a sign of respect took my bowl of rice, said a prayer of gratitude that I could offer the monks sustenance. 121 more words
Thousands of mourners gathered in Jerusalem on Friday for the funerals of Eitam and Naama Henkin, who were shot to death in the West Bank on Thursday night. 634 more words