When it’s Thanksgiving and you want to feel it
So there it was—Thanksgiving Sunday—and I was doing my best to get into it. I want thanksgiving to characterize my life every day of the year, so it felt especially…
So there it was—Thanksgiving Sunday—and I was doing my best to get into it. I want thanksgiving to characterize my life every day of the year, so it felt especially…
I step out the back door. The sun should have risen by now but who can tell? The world feels heavy as thick grey presses low against us. I’m wearing…
“Jesus, will you heal me so I can get on with serving you?” The answer is no. Not necessarily no to the healing—that remains to be seen—but no to the…