The wonderful ordinariness of congregational life
Sometimes it’s boring. Sometimes it’s thrilling. Sometimes it makes me cry.
Sometimes it’s boring. Sometimes it’s thrilling. Sometimes it makes me cry.
When my arm is stretched out and blood is trickling out of me, I find myself thinking of Jesus.
The Sunday I decided to tell the truth about my miscarriage.
The only thing it lacked was a desert—so the monks imagined one.
Faith and water conservation in the desert
If anything had an honest answer, it would be the canyon’s cool indifference and heartbreaking beauty.