It’s probably not hard for anyone to feel gratitude for beauty.
But it seems to me that I experience beauty all the way to core of my being. I don’t just see it; I feel it, I smell it, my heart beats in time with it.
Beauty calls me back to the goodness of the one who created it. Beauty reminds me that I am created by the same hands. Noticing beauty is prayer. And so I am grateful.
Needing treatment to restore mental health isn’t shameful, nor is it exceptional. I share my mental health journey in hopes that it will lead other church leaders to do what I’ve done – admit I need help and get it. --TreyI thought it was déjà vu. Helping our student...
The first iteration of this article was written the day after Mother’s Day 2020. Ahmaud Arbery’s death was the first in a string of police involved shootings of black men that became the grounds for national and international outrage. It was also an election year as...
“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” — Ash Wednesday, Book of Common Prayer “The Lenten fast is not intended only for monks and nuns, but is enjoined on the whole Christian people… Just as the monk by his voluntary self-denial is seeking...
