Mortal Hope
We are frail. A puff of breath, too soon extinguished, a gathering of dust, too easily scattered. We wrestle with this mortality in the face of the invisible ar...
Author: Lindsey Gallant
Fools in love
Facedown, hands up, guts out singing with gusto, the swaying, shaking crazies who weep and shout and whisper in strange tongues, this is who we are. All these b...
What We Did.
I wrote about how I feltabout Iraq on Friday. Responsible. Today I’d like to do something unusual for me and share what we did. Not because I think we are so gr...
Responsible
Something is horribly wrong. One of my children watches early morning kids tv while the other sleeps quiet upstairs. Meanwhile, there are children starving on m...
The kiss of God
“You’ve come and burned me with a kiss.” What is the kiss of God if not a burning coal from his mouth? A live coal from the altar, the temple ...