When the lame walk
I watched a woman walk, yesterday, from her pew to the front of the church. She’d been paralyzed for thirteen years. The details of the past few months – the…
The good news of Good Friday for Easter Monday (and every other day)
I wrote last week how this year I couldn’t mourn the cross. Then I found myself in the Maundy Thursday service, reaching for one Kleenex after another. I wasn’t mourning…
When God says no to say yes
There it is, chipped right into the stony sidewalk, the reminder that sometimes God's love comes in the form of a breaking, His "yes" spelled out first with the letters…