The Body Is Not Trash
“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” — Psalm 139:14 The body becomes very quiet after death. The hands that once reached for us no...
Open the LeafUnder the seal of mercy
Leaves copied in the dark, kept for the brothers.
This diary is a narrow room for honest spiritual weather: doubt, grief, prayer, tenderness, weariness, and the patient work of returning to Christ.
Read slowly.
Carry gently.
Answer with mercy.
Hidden leaves from the desk
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The Souls No One Names
There are graves no one visits. That thought stays with me. Somewhere tonight there is a cemetery with a stone that has not felt the touch of a...
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“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.”— Psalm 23:4, ESV There is a...
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There are ministries that announce themselves. They have buildings. Signs. Websites. Programs. Committees. Schedules. People know where they meet and what they do. And then there are ministries...
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The Mother Who Knows the Body
“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us…”— John 1:14, ESV The Mother of Sorrows knows the body. Not the body as theory. Not the body as...
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She Did Not Explain the Cross
“But standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother…”— John 19:25, ESV The Sorrowful Mother did not explain the Cross. She stood beneath it. That may be...
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