A Mending Shift

a bird sings, not because if has an answer to give, but because it has a song to sing … this is my song

Kissing the Wound

| April 6, 2009

Share She dipped her head in shame, pulling away to hide her scar. On her left cheek lived a four-inch scar caused by a knife wielded in power. Even in the arms of the one who loves her, her shame guided her response to love. He tenderly turned her face back towards him for a [...]

The Wounded Image of God

| April 2, 2009

SharePlease allow me to humbly share my witness to a deep wound that showed up at the Emerging Church Post-Conference Conversation in Albuquerque. This wound was expressed quietly all weekend long but finally came festering to the surface during the last morning of our time together. It is a wound shared by many of those [...]