Dust you are—(and dust He is too!)
I finish my application. Before I send it, I pause, listening to the emotions warring inside of me. Excitement—“Jesus, I can hardly believe we’re here. I’ve wanted to do this…
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…
Why I can’t mourn the cross this year. . . and what I do mourn
I’ve mourned it in the past, stood at the foot of the cross and ached for Jesus’ suffering, agonized over my sin that crushed him. I thought that the more…