A place for grief to go
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?”, […]
Holy Thursday
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
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