Here is a photo of the marching women, some with their babies in their arms.
Morning prayer for the 132nd annual general convention for the church to which I belong. Updating rules, electing new leaders, and dealing with budgets. Holy work isn't always fun. But it's foundational to the other stuff of following Jesus: breaking down walls, and standing for justice and righteousness, for example.
Remember the good old days when you could actually get the most important facts of a story right from the headline?
Today this story would be entitled, "You'll Never Believe What Happened When a Man Picked Up This Duck" along with a photo of an unrelated duck.
Or possibly entitled, "Duck Blinds Iowa Farmer" along with the least flattering photo of the duck they could find
Radar image and skycam footage of the Tuscaloosa EF4 on 4.27.11. You never want to see a tornado signature like this coming at you. The next few days were a blur or chainsaws, sunburns, heavy lifting, and big hearts. Certainly the most surreal day of my years in Tuscaloosa, its aftermath inspired (at least temporarily) a remarkable display of intimate community and camaraderie. Roll Tide, Tuscaloosa.
I don't know about food banks everywhere, but in my area, there's some worry as need increases and supply chains are strained. Apart from donating to food banks and pressing your representatives about this issue, people can make a contribution here by not clearing out the stores. That is directly hitting the supplies food banks usually rely on: groceries close to sell by date