Finding your true home
One morning as I biked last week, the word “home” was on my mind. I’m not sure why. Perhaps because the fall leaves drew my eye to the homes peeking…
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…