Hope when sin hurts
“Jesus’ table is not a potluck.” Andrea’s words continue to echo in my head, settling me deeper into grace. It has been a month of staring sin in the face…
God's powerful good
There’s one line that won’t let me go these days, one line written several years ago by a young woman with a young husband and baby. A young woman in…
Fifty days of surprise: an invitation to see
There is a tree out the back of my place, a gnarled, moss-covered tree, looking, when I first saw it, half-dead. It had its own beauty, I suppose, but I…