God's powerful good
There’s one line that won’t let me go these days, one line written several years ago by a young woman with a young husband and baby. A young woman in…
Fifty days of surprise: an invitation to see
There is a tree out the back of my place, a gnarled, moss-covered tree, looking, when I first saw it, half-dead. It had its own beauty, I suppose, but I…
IN: an invitation to come and see
“If you had known. . . , you would not have condemned the innocent.” The words jump off the page at me. “The innocent?” I want to object. It’s uncomfortable…