Days in the Desert | A Prayer
We stand at the altar to an Unknown God, and sometimes we feel a quiet pang of resonance,…
We stand at the altar to an Unknown God, and sometimes we feel a quiet pang of resonance,…
Maggie Johnson. Where do I begin. Maggie and I met our freshman year of college, and her…
All the waiting, All the longing, All the seeking, All the looking, Culminates in the One who…
We are not a people of easy trust. Our vernacular is not embedded with belief, And kept…
You are Lord over every lord we know, And King over every king we can name. You…
Our holy God, It is here we find ourselves yet again. Here – where words have run dry,…