Sitting in God’s Smile
In my little mountain village in Afghanistan, this was one of a handful of photos that I straight-pinned to a long piece of fabric hung on my bedroom wall, my…
Hope When You Hurt
As I walk, I see gates everywhere—most closed, some locked, a few standing open. And beyond the gates, rhododendrons dressed in mauve and fuscia and pink, fountains of canary yellow…
“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…