I am sad over the loss of life, tired of excuses for the loss of life, and angry that we are paralyzed by the loss of life.

I struggle with how to think of this little being whose life outside the womb was not to be.

Wriggly children are not the only reason my fellow millennials are missing from the pews.

Everybody feels like they’re no good at least some of the time. Everybody feels, at some point, like no one is listening. But in Christ, everything good, true and beautiful is worth expressing, even if no one seems to hear.

I no longer say she committed suicide, because she did not commit a sin or a crime.

You move into a new house, and of course, it’s a hell of a lot of work.