The local church isn’t the hope of the world…

The local church isn’t the hope of the world…

The local church isn’t the hope of the world…Jesus is. In the wake of one of the largest church and organizational scandals in recent years, I find myself saddened, heartbroken, and yet strangely hopeful. I don’t go to Willow Creek, I don’t know the Hybels personally,...
On Life Together…

On Life Together…

When my daughter nurses, she holds out her little hand—outstretched toward me—until I stick out my finger. Then she grasps it tightly. Isn’t that all of us? Holding out our hands, waiting for safety, for nourishment, for comfort, for another person to be with us?...
On Joy…

On Joy…

Before my daughter Ana was born, I struggled to believe that she would ever come. I thought the struggle would end when she was born and I held her for the first time. But the anxiety had only just begun. One of my friends says that having kids is like having your...