Christ in you: a letter to my sister
My dearest sister, Two days before my third birthday, when Dad put you into my arms, I scarcely glimpsed the gift I was receiving. I knew this live doll who wiggled and…
My dearest sister, Two days before my third birthday, when Dad put you into my arms, I scarcely glimpsed the gift I was receiving. I knew this live doll who wiggled and…
“One thing we should have learned from his first coming,” Pastor Tim reminded us, “is that Jesus never comes in the way we expect.” I set out to explore the…
“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…