A season of transformation
Some years by now the trees here are already bursting with bloom, but Saturday morning I pulled on my hat and boots and headed out into the thick fresh snow…
Some years by now the trees here are already bursting with bloom, but Saturday morning I pulled on my hat and boots and headed out into the thick fresh snow…
Sometimes you can only look down. But even that can help you see up. On Wednesday, someone will smile into my eyes as they touch the cross-shaped ash onto my…
One of the beautiful gifts of being part of Christ's body bound together over time and space is that we don’t always need to find the right words ourselves for…