When Jesus shows up in the kitchen
A few weeks ago I was, with help, finally finding a couch and hanging my paintings, making this new apartment feel like a home. We found the only places the…
Finding our place in his story
When we entered the sanctuary yesterday, we saw them: hundreds of little paper crosses strung between the balcony and the large wooden cross raised at the front of our place…
The politically incorrect gospel
We’re well over half way through Lent, and this week I’ve been challenged again by this awareness: the gospel is not politically correct. There’s a big part of me that…