Why you can rest—even in the middle of the mess
There are those days when your country is burning around you and your heart within you. When your eyes sting from smoke, or shame, or emotions you can’t even name. When you wonder…
There are those days when your country is burning around you and your heart within you. When your eyes sting from smoke, or shame, or emotions you can’t even name. When you wonder…
I first heard the words some weeks ago. We were talking about something that was painful for me to see. Somewhere in our conversation we stopped to listen to what…
I’d just arrived at the hospital in the Northwest Frontier Province of Pakistan, travelling in a taxi with door handles falling off and lumpy, lopsided seats. A preacher whose name…