I’m angry and sad and hopeful all at once—and none of those cancel the others out.They stack. They grind. They pray in my throat. People…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
I’m angry and sad and hopeful all at once—and none of those cancel the others out.They stack. They grind. They pray in my throat. People…
Ripples beneath a bridge are never wasted. We love to say it: small actions change the world. It’s almost a mantra, a way of reminding…
The Interruptions Are the Ministry Someone came in carrying the weight of habits and stories that didn’t fit the script. The language was raw, the…
On empathy, sympathy, and discernment — and why shared words don’t always mean shared vision. Note: This will be the last time I address this…