Letters for the Lovely Ones.

I feel myself stiffening,the once-pliant wrapping of my skin on the brink of stone. I have seen Medusa. I have slipped into the yellow eye...

I'll confess. I sometimes find it difficult to open the Bible. Though I know intellectually that it is living and active, somewhere in m...

When I first saw the introvert-pride blogs and memes begin to surface on the internet, I was thrilled. I was quick to share these articles...

"No," said Peter, "You shall never wash my feet." I've known many beautiful, servant-hearted people. People who ar...

Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me. For a long time--and by long, I refer to the large majority of my (albeit meager) lifespan--I never...

I glimpse their arms parting the sea with solid strokes before I slip back under, a half-gasped breath cradled in my starving lungs, and if ...

what if all we needed was one day to go absolutely starkravingmad knowing at the end of that day we would have (undeserved) their fo...