Why I can’t mourn the cross this year. . . and what I do mourn
I’ve mourned it in the past, stood at the foot of the cross and ached for Jesus’ suffering, agonized over my sin that crushed him. I thought that the more…
When God says no to say yes
There it is, chipped right into the stony sidewalk, the reminder that sometimes God's love comes in the form of a breaking, His "yes" spelled out first with the letters…
Edges and centers: what it means to be human
In the daily details of my humanness, it's easy to feel like the biggest implication of my creatureliness is limitation. But that’s only skirting the edges of reality. At its…