When You Can’t Feel Jesus

When You Can’t Feel Jesus

Sunday healed what Friday broke but Saturday finds us holding our breath, stuck in the middle. Heaven waits patient and ready and I wait for redemption, reconciliation, restoration. I see the body broken and the Body broken and I weep and wail at the foot of the cross...
A Love-Letter to Ann, the Birthday Girl

A Love-Letter to Ann, the Birthday Girl

source // here I want to be a story-teller, one who lives wide-eyed to the gifts that pour over all of us, each of us, every day. I want to sit in a coffee shop and look into the eyes of every single grace-covered person and hear their Story. And I want to tell it,...

Living In A Season of Saturday

I don’t want to pass right by Saturday. If you’re stuck in Saturday, allow me to simply sit with you for a while? Many of us have a hard time with Good Friday. How can the death of our Savior be good, we wonder? But it’s in His death that everything...

Day Three: Sunday Joy

I’ve talked about Day One: FridayThe crucifixion. What looked like the end-all of end-alls, the worst day in history, became the best day in history. But they didn’t know that then.They didn’t know it on Day Two: Saturday, either.If ever there was a...

Day Two? Saturday: Where I Live

If Friday is devastation and pain, sorrow and confusion.If Sunday is happiness and smiles, joy and promises-kept.Saturday is questioning. Wondering. Searching and coming up empty.Saturday is where I live.I’d be willing to bet that you live in the Saturday,...