
Why Do I Go to Church?
I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading
I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading
It is dark and getting darker. Under the snow is bitter ice, and under that, brown earth. I remember standing Continue reading
It’s the hardest Christmas ever. This year mere darkness seems trivial. Hundreds of thousands are sick and dying, and the Continue reading
Forgiving often seems impossible. We get badly hurt in life. Family may feel like an intimate enemy. Going home feels Continue reading
Meditation helps us heal. It’s a healthy, smart thing to do. It eases pain by changing our bodies and by Continue reading
Things seem a shambles. Outside, I question if democracy is worth it. Fire deaths, atrocities, shootings and massive hardship blare Continue reading
Like a fawn, the tiny girl stands nearby and says nothing. She watches it all and still stays silent, safe Continue reading
There is light in the darkness. No matter how much it hurts, no matter what has happened, a star is Continue reading