The land is cursed— this desiccated earth stripped of life and cracking— the sun, a fire from the sky the seas and rivers, all run dry. I can feel the lacking in the cup You drank of dearth. And yet I do not thirst.Read more "Living Water"
We gather in the name of Christ to eat, but leave the main course in the kitchen fridge. A little sip of truth is all we need, and then the fun—a table of desserts with the coolest toppings—imitation sin, all the flavor sans the toxins, so the label said. We laugh and eat and say […]Read more "Starved Christianity"