We don’t often admit the tough stuff. We cover it up to get through the day, not out of deceit but for everyone’s good. When people ask “how are you?”, it’s not the time to say I’m sad, I’m confused. There are things to be done, so we put pain aside. But what if we never findContinue reading >>
Tell the mystery of the glorious body
Good Friday one year ago: I had no singing engagements. I attended 3:00 pm service with my mother and we sat near the front of the church. Someone sang beautifully and it wasn’t me and I was envious. I couldn’t stay standing for very long, and though my pain was minimal it was clear thatContinue reading >>
Little loyalties, to Christ and to all
I’ve never been a very good friend. I’m the type of person who expects to be able to pick up where a friendship has left off, regardless of whether I have picked up the phone in the interim. I have a particular aversion to using the phone. Since I’ve been sick, I have been bombardedContinue reading >>