With Red and Blue Fingerprints on Afghanistan Horror, a Call to Grieve
Acknowledge the brokenness that could produce such gut-wrenching darkness. Internalize. And then get to work . . .
On the Death of My Mother and the Nature of Love
On Tuesday afternoon, October 4, 2011, my sister Faith called from Chattanooga and said, “Mom’s gone.” I heard a rushing sound in my ears and my heart thumped and I said the most profound thing I could thin...