The best reason I know to let Him tend your wounds
One of the congregants texted a question to the pastor yesterday: “Why do so many of us who belong to Jesus not experience the intimacy that makes joy bubble up…
The hidden King
We sat, last Sunday, on the wooden pew near the back of the little country church. The unexpected sun filtered through the rain-stained windows. The priest, in his white robe…
Why you don’t need to fear evil
I step out the back door. The sun should have risen by now but who can tell? The world feels heavy as thick grey presses low against us. I’m wearing…