Bright Sadness

I remember a discussion in one of my graduate theology courses about how having a child is, in a way, our first brush with mortality. When a child comes into the world we realize that our time will pass, and we will hand over the business of living, of creating and of stewarding the earth … More Bright Sadness

Come, Lord Jesus

I achingly remember last year’s Christmas. I remember feeling like I could fall to pieces at any second. And I did, once we got home. Christmas Eve began a series of nights where I laid in bed, shattered and weeping. I remember apologizing to my husband (whose mother was in the hospital) and I asked … More Come, Lord Jesus