Dust you are: the Easter edition
The long journey through Lent is over. We’ve walked with Jesus to the cross and seen him rise from the grave. Every time we walk this path it's a little…
Dust you are: growing small
I run past trees with limbs still winter-bare, each twig curled upward, reaching for heaven. Some days you can reach and other days your limbs are limp and the longing…
When life runs you over: the inside story
“Lila would never tell anyone about that time. She knew it would sound very sad, and it wasn’t, really.” (Marilynne Robinson, Lila, p. 4) How do you tell a story…