For the stormchaser.  For so long, the only words I could form were words of regret— “You should have lived,  long and happy and well.” It’s true. You should have. You should not have left us the way you did, so young and so full of life. You should not have left us at all. … More Gratitude


I do not know this man in the stained glass. His robe is clean, he smiles serenely, and I do not recognize those wounds. Those are not wounds that say ‘it is finished;’ that clean-shaven image with its miniscule scars is a portrait that underestimates the darkness of Friday and misses the importance of Sunday … More Baptism