When you have nothing to give
Ashamed, I hesitate. It seems a poor gift for a King. I offer it anyway. All of my longing, my emptiness, my helplessness. And the Gracious One reminds me of…
Why we must sing
Into yesterday’s questions, yesterday’s glimpse of poverty and inability to praise, God speaks through a woman who has asked the same questions. "I know there is poor and hideous suffering…
When your heart breaks for the broken
This morning I planned to write of God’s lavish generosity. Now I cannot. I passed too many broken people on the street on my way home. Two slouched against a…