SMALL FAITH GROUP NOURISHES HOPE
by Crystal Chan
I pull the cord and the bus pulls over. I step into the cold January winds and walk to the glow of Dave’s apartment. It’s a Monday night –time for our weekly small faith group gathering. Some of my dearest, most cherished friends will be there. I’ve had a hard string of days and my heart aches to share my experiences, glean their wisdom, and feel their hands in mine as we pray.