It’s holy week. And I’m undone in a most precious way. Not precious like the face of a smiling child, but precious like diamonds chipped from coal or goal...
Day 15: Jinja, Uganda We listened to the symphony of birdsong under the brilliant Ugandan morning sky at the guest house where he worked as a guard. He told...
I remember standing with the chalkboard in my hands. We were doing a sermon series about grace, and I was asked to share what that amazing grace had done...
“If you could tell them anything, what would it be? What would you tell the people who love the people who harm?” ***** I remember our first conversation. We...
I am a marketer – a maker of pretty things, a teller of pretty stories, a designer of fancy titles and compelling pictures and such. I’ve been a marketing...
Rooster crows. Doves cry. Hammers ring. People jeer. Voice cries out. Thunder echoes. Stone scrapes. {deafening silence} Stone scrapes. Doves cry. One weeps. One speaks. People cheer. It’s Saturday....