mercy

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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Bare, revisited

Fire, small and mean, spits at me, its red darting flames just like my daughter’s tongue when it protrudes from her mouth to scorn me. I scowl back. Fistfuls of smoke pour over the cauldron; howling winds grab the steam and fling it out on the high prairie beyond the grove of trees encircling me. […]

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