I stood on the peripheral of the Palace Square, dressed warmly enough to ward off the freezing cold November temperatures. To my left, the Tsar’s Winter Palace; to my right, the triumphal arch. In the distance, I watched several horse and carriages line up to take tourists for a ride through the city. My mind…
Reading about this city, and learning a little of its history, is quite different from physically walking the streets, stepping into the sanctuaries or spending time with the people. Saint Petersburg is a beautiful bustling city and yet, I felt something important missing. First of all, I do realize God doesn’t need a church to…
