The Abrupt Beauty Of The Psalms

Sometimes the refrain of lament-to-praise feels like whiplash, like a contradiction. To those unfamiliar with it, it undoubtedly reads that way. And yet it’s the walk of faith: the sometimes-grim or sorrowful recognition of what feelings exist, the acknowledgment of one’s circumstances, paired with the resolution that God is who God is. [Click title to read more.]


The Forgotten Children

There are girls I think of often. One was my best friend as a child.  In the third grade, we cut holes into trash bags and then put them on so we could be black horses, and pranced around in the yard neighing and pretending uncooked spaghetti was hay.  She visited me all the time, … Continue reading The Forgotten Children