Bring the hidden out
I was walking through Yeovil to spend Boxing Day afternoon with friends. This poem caught my eye in the window of an empty shop. Yeovil is a small rundown town once the home of glove-making – covered the hands of…
Who are we becoming
Discernming the people, the communities and the church we are called to be at this time and place
Who are we becoming
Discernming the people, the communities and the church we are called to be at this time and place
Tag Glovers
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