The sky is falling. The world is broken and breaking and it can be hard to remember that it is being restored and redeemed. Headlines boast good news for a prowling lion, roaring and devouring. We feel like prey confined in a cage of fallen earth. It is hard to feel safe. It is hard to look at our children without thinking about the mothers who no longer can. It is hard to feel distant when blood is crying from the ground all over – when global news thrusts us all together into one confused mass of humans asking why. This is not the way we are supposed to live.…
A fundamentalist turned freedom chaser with an obnoxiously stubborn faith.