Sunday’s confession of faith
I too have turned my child over to hard things, and I too have let him cry into his pillow, and sometimes I hate myself for that.
Tag: Jesus
Last Tuesday’s adventure
I reached inside my purse for my wallet, to see, I suppose, if an angel had miraculously tucked a fifty into one of its pockets. I knew I hadn’t, sure as death and taxes.
What I saw: Good Friday reflections
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.
What does it matter?
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.
Advent
The point of Christmas is that Christ entered. Here. He is the last person in the world to be upset with a mess, or rattled by the unforeseen. He is acquainted with grief.
My church experience
In a white country church house with six pews on the right and six pews on the left, I formed my first ideas of God and his people.