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What if:

we knew how well-loved we are? There is a deficit in each of us, an uncertainty about who we are and why we are here. Sin-suffering compounds this deficit; we don’t know “who” and “why” in the face of enormous pain. If God were to somehow exist in this ugliness, we wouldn’t want anything to do […]

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Grace

“You’ll do great,” my husband exhorted, as I tried with clammy hands to pull a stubborn wet suit over my knees. I smiled weakly while stumbling toward the side of a boat much too small to accommodate my flailing. As I waited for my turn to jump from fiberglass into roiling chop, our dive master offered […]

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