O Sacred Head Now Wounded, O God Now Satisfied
I’ve been wading in “the gray afternoon of the soul.”
Flying Broken
Beauty and brokenness are a package deal. If I live only in beauty, I live in denial. If I live only in brokenness, I live in despair. Beauty in the midst of brokenness is the cup of cold water, the hint of hope that there is more to come.
The Least Recognized (And Possibly Most Needed) Art
Hospitality is the most unseen but foundational of the arts . . .