The God of surprises
Since mid-November when my landlady told me she'd sold the condo in which I was living, I’ve been looking without success for a new place to live. A week ago…
Healing in his wings
On Friday morning, I sat at the breakfast table with my blue pottery mug of lemon-ginger tea. I’d sat there first with my bowl of cereal, but I had a…
On the other side of the cross: the grace that carries you forever
“Let grace be grace.” The invitation has wound its way through Lent, summoning me to surrender to love in all sorts of ways. But it’s in one moment on Good…