What life is really all about (and how darkness leads to dancing)
He stands behind and slightly to my right, takes my right hand in his own. His left arm encircles me, embracing as he reaches around to cover my eyes. I…
The surprising way we’re made to love God
We are not only grateful servants, running gladly at his bidding. Nor are we only friends, sharing his secrets and ours. Nor only children, though each of these roles…
The words you never dreamed he’d say
I’m one of those people who believes it’s important to let Lent be Lent and not rush through to Easter Sunday. If we skip the sorrow we cheat ourselves of…