“No longer my own”: the good news
The Sunday bulletin slipped through the mail slot in my door. I’d been home sick and a friend had dropped it off. I read the simple liturgy used that week…
Why you can trust the process
When life seems faded and pale, a dim echo of glory,or surreal, too busy and bright, you can rest, friend, and trust the Artist, because you are not self-made."We are God's masterpiece" (Ephesians 2:10,…
Hope for the messy moments
I smile as I pass the new sign below my neighbor’s mail slot: “Please no junk mail. (I love you.)” I smile because there, in gold and turquoise, is a…