Hope when sin hurts
“Jesus’ table is not a potluck.” Andrea’s words continue to echo in my head, settling me deeper into grace. It has been a month of staring sin in the face…
2016: To play or be played?
I sit slumped in my chair, waiting for the small, informal worship service to begin. Eventually I decide I want to play too—my dearly loved brother is playing, after all,…
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…