Crushed Olives

I had the chance to sit on a patch of ground on the Mount of Olives in a garden facing Jerusalem. The story of Gethsemane - Christ taking Peter, James, and John to pray the night before his mockery of a trial ensued - came to life in a tangible way. I’m not sure that... Continue Reading →

A Lack of Wings

    Someone once told me that after their grandmother died, she became a beautiful angel in heaven. This gal had been raised in the church. She’d even attended a private, Christian college.  Her background allowed me the space to address that little hiccup head on. “You’re a sweet gal,” I said. “But your theology... Continue Reading →

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