When you’re longing for comfort
“Comfort ye,” the tenor sings, three gentle syllables descending. He pauses to let the grace in the words linger while the orchestra echoes his descending notes as though to highlight…
Where to run when life gets messy
I’ve spent a week running with David for his life, watching where he has run and how he has encountered God in it. And at the end of the week, I'm…
Is it safe to trust God’s love?
The night is beginning to slip away and dawn lift her head as I tie my sneakers and head out into the morning. It smells like winter, and when I…