When life takes a detour
As I was biking this morning—my own ongoing rehab exercise which I’ll need to do for the rest of my life—I was praying for someone else who has encountered a…
One place to find grace
Confession time: A few days ago when I began rereading the Gospel of Matthew, I was sorely tempted to skip the opening genealogy. I was hungry for more than a…
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…