That little unconventional community changed a life, it made it not only better, but through belonging, sweet.  How?  They went and found him in the midst of the mess he had made—and that was no easy task.  It was hard.  It took sacrifice. It was downright painful at times.  It forced the upbraiding of long avoided memories in the community.  The pain of the wounded was simply too familiar.  In Marvel Movie style, during a major, earth altering crisis, the entire group surrou

It was all I could do not to burst into tears.  The music was not fancy. A concert pianist and violist played age old hymns between confession and receiving grace and Bible teaching and ultimately gratefulness for all that had been done by a God so deep in love with people that he refused to give up on even the worst of sinners.

I have helped people recover from the abuses of pseudo ‘God focused ministry’ for nearly 35 years.

I could not stop the squeal of delight that escaped my soul. I adore daffodils.  I stood perfectly still for the longest time, staring at...

A beautiful mess?  That is an oxymoron of my hyper organized personality. My brain wants to believe messes mean one thing. .

In truth, life is a menagerie of easily doable; too hard to even try; and a million intermediate steps. 

If you want the truth, they will tell you the truth.  Now, do not be misled. Truth is not a synonym for their personal opinions.