He who scatters weeps
I spent a good bit of yesterday on the couch, cuddled up next to my middle child. He was sick,
I spent a good bit of yesterday on the couch, cuddled up next to my middle child. He was sick,
It’s not a classroom I’m used to. I’m seated at a long table, chairs gathered around. No orderly desks lined
This weekend, I baked a birthday cake for our youngest. In keeping with the typical treatment of the third child,
Modern-day prophet Wendell Berry is clear: we must stay and we must love the places where we stay. No sentimentality,
There are moments in church history, and in our own church experience, when divisions occur over doctrinal issues. However, our
“The word became flesh,” John writes, “and dwelt among us.” Flesh: nothing romantic or idealized here. This is the sagging,
“The heavens declare the glory of God,” David exults, “and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.” I wonder what the
We walked tonight, us five. We left the house as the sun settled on the rooftops. The air, no longer
She had to share her joy, as Lou knew that joy unshared was a halved emotion, just as sadness and
There’s a pile in my closet: a skirt too small,