Good Friday: Staring through Hopelessness

My mind began to wander, and by some divine hand, it began to journey to the cross. I began to see her life and mine in the light of the suffering—the whip-marks that tore his flesh—the stripes that He says will heal me. I saw my tormented heart reflected in his agony. “Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto his sorrow.”


The Hope of our Dust and Ashes: Lent as Preparation for Easter and Resurrection

I was standing there watching people come forward who have become cherished family members to me, and I was dipping my thumb in this glass bowl of pitch black ashes—a symbol not only of penitence, but of mortality. I was making the sign of the cross on their foreheads. Some of them were weeping, but with all of them, the sense of heaviness was as palpable as the deep, familial love we shared.


Grief and Groceries: What To Do When Grief Is Unexpected

My Grandma Arnold passed away last month after a valiant battle with cancer. Her death came on the heels of a messy 2014 – a year that, for me, was littered with fractured friendships, unmet expectations, and the diagnosis of a heart condition.