Why—and what—to remember
I’d been looking for ten days and finally, on my way home from church yesterday, I spotted a couple of cadets, small and tidy in their uniforms, with pans of…
Why Jesus kept his scars
Scars speak. We know this. We see a scar and want to know the story behind it. The white scar on a friend’s palm tells where a sharp piece of…
When you need a reminder that you’re loved
Six years ago, I glimpsed something in the gospels that, ever since, has shaped the way I enter Lent, and particularly this Holy Week we are now walking, the week…