Death is a cold thud onto unforgiving earth. It’s the keening wail of a bereft soul. Death is an empty stare. An icy rain. A debt come due in a d...
Read MoreDead things hold little promise. Death is a line that, once crossed, carries a weight worthy of holy pause. I remember sitting through one Sunday ...
Read MoreToday I wish to bestow a blessing on Martha. Because, if there is now no condemnation in Jesus Christ, then we all owe Martha a huge apology. ...
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