The truth about learning to fly
I’m out running at dawn on this Canadian Thanksgiving Day. The gulls are wailing like the end of the world is near. Words from yesterday return to mind, other birds…
When healing doesn’t feel like healing
One day I discover that I am the blind man whom people have brought to Jesus. Jesus takes my hand. His is warm and gentle and strong, and I know…
What (many of us) grown-ups have forgotten
I sit with the friend who most intentionally helps me listen for God’s voice in my life and confess that lately I’ve been coming up against the hard truth that…