Praying in Hope When There’s Hell on Earth
Snatching an hour of sunshine, I sit on a bench beneath maple trees, feeling the breeze gentle on my face, the light’s warm fingers caressing my shoulders. The sun-warmed tang…
Hope When You’re Stretched Thin
The night before my first trip into the little village in Afghanistan that became my home for four years, as I prayed, terrified, my reading contained these words: “Arise, my…
When You Need to Know You’re Seen
It’s Canadian Thanksgiving Day today, and I’m giving thanks for many things: Freedom to walk the streets without having to change my route or watch my back. A sunny, crisp…