A lonely garden Draped in a starry night A soul ripped apart Yet not my will but yours His spirit shrieks his fear His fear…
A lonely garden Draped in a starry night A soul ripped apart Yet not my will but yours His spirit shrieks his fear His fear…
Is God unfair? What if the answer is well… yes, kind of, actually… Because of that annoying, amazing, outrageous thing called grace. On a forum…
Last night in our Faith Explored group we were mudging on identity. What does identity mean? How do we form identity, and who on earth…