Five Minute Friday: Church Dear Church, You are jars of clay, all of you, and you should stop pretending otherwise. In your plain selves you carry richest treasure, the mightiest power, and that is the miracle. Why are you surprised? You are indeed afflicted in every way, perplexed persecuted struck down. But can you see … Continue reading A Letter to the Church

Five Minute Friday: Could Arms crossed, I glare out the window at the falling snow. Usually the first snowfall is welcomed and celebrated in this house, but not today. At least, not by me. This is all wrong.  It is September. The eighth of September. September is my favorite month, the month when everything turns golden, when … Continue reading Choosing What Could Be