Written by editor on 03 January 2012
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Written by editor on 03 January 2012
Robert Albee
Britney Algeo
Janice Barbee*
Patrick Cabello Hansel*
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Shirley Heyer
Sue Hunter Weir*
Raymond Jackson
Dallas Johnson
Howard McQuitter*
Tim McCall
Peter Molenaar*
Dave Moore*
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Written by editor on 03 January 2012
By Patrick Cabello Hansel
There is something about coming in from the cold that warms the heart along with the rest of the body. Angel and Luz had literally come in from a long, cold search; as they woke on that clear, bright December morning, their hearts knew””ahead of their brains””that they had come in out of the cold of fear and hatred, and were new immigrants in the country of hope.
The morning sun caressed the stained glass above their heads, and cast deep rays of color upon the baptismal font. They had not noticed last night that they were resting in the shadow of that marble and wood river. They had not noticed that the picture that was causing such a riot of color was of Jesus welcoming the children.
Luz got up first, and rubbed her eyes.
“Angel””did we sleep here all night?” she asked.
“It seems so,” he said. “Although I think we”'ve learned that nothing is ever as it seems.”
“Oh, my dearies, but that is not true,” a voice answered them.
“Who are you?” Luz asked.
“Ask me who I was,” the voice replied.
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