It was Saturday, my last full day in L’viv. I bemoaned the fact that I’d be on a train Sunday morning instead of enjoying one of the church services in L’viv. Earlier, the tour guide spoke of his attendance at a particular church service; the hotel reception person told of another. Many Ukrainians attend church services…
Evening at the Renaissance Hotel in London began by relaxing and talking about the amazing day in this city. Though the day went by quickly, feeling God’s presence at Westminster Abbey set the tone for the evening. Had I known by that very evening I’d be laying upon a hotel bathroom floor with my right…
