I imagine that, like me, you want an answer: something to eat or do or break or understand that will make the difference, make this bearable.
I have never seen a man’s back worn to shreds by a cruel whip, but I have seen crisscrossed lines of despair in the wrists of a friend.
Priests are no more evil than other men. But they can fall, and we are setting them up for it.
I’d like to share a few of the things that are helping me walk with Jesus toward healing. Any beauty or goodness in this story is entirely because of Him.
No matter what we do, we will always know someone who does it bigger or braver. Certainly if we had known it would burn like fire, we would have stepped away from the hellish abyss.
Brothers and sisters, the moral of that story is here in a clamshell. And also, this is the only time you’re going to see a picture of my toilet online.