Alone in the Pit

Alone in the Pit

I stood surrounded by stone on all sides, elbow to elbow with others inside the small stone room. The pit. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it felt like to be in this dungeon alone, in complete darkness. I shuddered and opened them again. I didn’t want to...

The Sorrow & Silence of Saturday

I stood in the middle of the store and felt a deep sense of satisfaction: that’s the one. That’s her Easter dress. Three generations of girls gathered that day at the American Girl® Place to celebrate a milestone birthday for my mom. It was a Saturday full of...

Making Our Mark

When I was 19 years old, I moved onto a ship that sailed from port to port selling literature to developing countries. It was a multi-national, interdenominational crew of about 200 people. I lived on board the Logos II for almost three years and stayed in a tiny...
Writing Well in a Season of Lament

Writing Well in a Season of Lament

Recently I had the privilege of editing a collection of writings for the seasons of Lent and Easter, which meant I got to read a lot of great books. And by a lot, I mean hundreds. Every time I went to the local library to pick up materials on hold, the librarian would...
Blessed Is He Who Has Come

Blessed Is He Who Has Come

The pilgrim psalm, a cry of pleading, Hail the Lamb, soon bleeding. Hosanna! Save us! Blessed is he who has come. On a virginal colt, to Jerusalem mounted, costly redemption, carefully counted. Palm branches flutter, royalty shown to a King who stepped away from his...

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