Christ in you: a letter to my sister
My dearest sister, Two days before my third birthday, when Dad put you into my arms, I scarcely glimpsed the gift I was receiving. I knew this live doll who wiggled and…
IN: an invitation to come and see
“If you had known. . . , you would not have condemned the innocent.” The words jump off the page at me. “The innocent?” I want to object. It’s uncomfortable…
"You in me and I in you": learning to live the mystery
The first day of the course was hard. I had only slept a couple of hours the night before. Even at the best of times, my brain processes things slowly,…