The Good News About Weakness
There’s a place I pass on my morning bike ride where branches dip down to graze the clouds of white bloom that reach up toward them. It looks to me,…
There’s a place I pass on my morning bike ride where branches dip down to graze the clouds of white bloom that reach up toward them. It looks to me,…
Covid cases continue to rise. A friend is diagnosed with aggressive cancer. Another wrestles with deciding how best to care for his wife with advanced Alzheimer’s. I return again to…
I was going to write today’s post about the lines I read in Tish Harrison Warren’s liturgy of the ordinary (and yes, the first letters in the title of her…