Dust you are: an invitation
On Wednesday I’ll walk home from my second trauma counseling appointment via my church where I’ll join with others in having a cross of ash painted on my forehead. A version…
What God remembers about you
There are those days when it takes all your strength, all your courage, just to get out of bed. As I run in the gym I listen again and again…
Looking down to look up: the gift of Lent
Sometimes you can only look down. But even that can help you see up. She smiles straight into my eyes as she touches the cross-shaped ash onto my forehead, one…