Hope When You’re Hungry for God
This Advent, I find myself especially hungry for God. Perhaps it’s related to yet another viral variant with all the uncertainty that it brings. Or the rounds of one conspiracy…
How to find hope in emptiness
It’s early when I walk past the playground, and the swings hang empty, waiting. No one plays on the slide. There’s a stillness here that could just be the calm…
The grace of tight places
I woke this morning from a dream in which I was setting out to bike over a bridge. Before I could get onto the bridge, though, I had to squeeze…