I have the best manicurist in the city. Her name is Annie, and I send all my friends to her for their manicures and pedicures. I told my friend Sharla about her, and she became a regular customer. I also …
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It is easy to point fingers at the loudest voices in the divisive conversations fragmenting our world. I can clearly see how their understanding of God’s love story does not translate into their daily human stories, but one night at …
Canadian author Charles de Lint describes our plight: “We end up stumbling our way through the forest, never seeing all the unexpected and wonderful possibilities and potentials because we’re looking for the idea of a tree, instead of appreciating the …
It was my father’s eighty-fifth birthday. My brother and I arrived early and set up the tables and chairs. We worked efficiently. We tied a few balloons to a lamp post in front of the retirement community center and Presto! …
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I’m a therapist. My first client for the day was 16 years old. Her year has been one of bone-aching loneliness as she’s tried to find her place among her peers, hang on to her values, and not seem too …
Our sins nailed Jesus to the cross, where he bore hell for us. All our offenses were laid on him (Isaiah 59:12)—our DUIs, gossip, envy, little white lies, big gaping lies, fudged income-tax returns, relational violence in the line at …
It was an ordinary Friday night after small group at church. Everyone sprawled across the tables at Starbucks with their Frappuccinos and cold-brew lattes. Then one of the men in our group, Jake, tripped a political land mine: Enter the …