Something happened when Jesus died on that cross, and we who suffer need to spend some time inside it.

Why does God “bend the heavens” (Psalm 18:9) and come down to us? Why does God move toward us, especially when we are wounded? Might it be because those wounds open us to see God in ways we otherwise might not?

The death of a loved one should change us for the better…

How dare God invite us to follow him into this awful corner…

Our God is awful. Our God is awesome, and we who commit and consent to wrestle with this incongruity will be visited, time and time again, by his Presence.

How aware are you of the presence of God within your heart and mind?

God transforms what keeps us down.

Here’s the thing: to the degree that you were not loved by a human being, you were loved by God.