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I can’t help but think about how hard it was to be Mary during Jesus’ last days. Here was her baby boy, all grown up, being ridiculed and accused. Bruised, beaten, and hung on a cross. What was she thinking as she watched it happen? Maybe she was remembering when the...
I'll never forget: I was newly married, and we went on a date to see the movie on opening night, Ash Wednesday. There's nothing hand-holding about watching The Passion of the Christ together. And there was very little popcorn-eating during that movie. Nothing romantic...
I wish I could say I read It and It all makes sense and I never have any questions. I wish I could say that I don't see contradictions, I just see compliments and clarifications. I wish I could say that It's crystal clear. But sometimes I read and think on the Word...
The pre-spring afternoon was warm, layered in pollen, and begging me to go to the beach. But instead, I sit on my couch watching the sparrow play in our front yard, with the dryer drowning out the singing birds outside. I pass the time by working my way through Ann...
Our house is quiet. Sometimes it's a lonely "waiting for adoption" sort of...
There's this conviction that's drilling deep down within me. And it's slow....
On Thursday nights, our core team gathers to eat and plan and pray and dream...
Ours is a t-shirt and flip-flops sort of church, so I can get away with...
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