{ This Advent, We Mourn } 23 Dec, 2014 Our streets tremble these days. They quake with so much wrong and woe. How can we think of green garlands and twinkle lights, or send carolers out… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ I am the betrayer } 13 Dec, 2014 Often times personal lament and confession overlap. There are moments we see ourselves amid the ashes and we complain, confess, speak out our part in the wrongness… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
some to comfort 01 Dec, 2014 Everyone wants to deck the halls with blaring reds and shining silvers, eager to rush into celebration. We love the Christmas music, old and new, the blow-out… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ Red Letter Christians: Adoption Lament } 25 Nov, 2014 “What was her name?” my daughter asks. “Did anyone save a picture of her?” “Do you know where her house is so I can see where she… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
all the saints 01 Nov, 2014 Halloween is a night of pseudo ghouls, ghosts and goblins. I turn off the light on the porch to signal there’s no candy on offer, no costume-clad… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
brown boy walking 09 Oct, 2014 He was walking to school in the morning air, right before the sun warmed away the chill. Backpack slung over one shoulder, dangling as he shuffled in… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
the scars of our sons 20 Aug, 2014 My son is dead on the street. A part of me lay dead, too. The whole of me crumples over with the weight of ‘Why?’ I look… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
