• Broken Bread

    Every time I pull bread out of the hot oven, I’m aware of my own brokenness. And that it is a gift. Bread has a requirement of brokenness to it. The grain must be broken, split open, cracked wide for the wheat to spill out into flour. The olive must be pressed, pinned down, thoroughly

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  • The Broken Supper

    Last Sunday was the first Sunday evening meeting for Trinity Church Greenville, the church plant Austin and I are grateful to serve. I had great visions of how our first meeting would go, how prepared I would be, how ordered all the details would look. Particularly, I was excited to be baking a loaf of

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  • Coming Home

    Austin and I just got back from traipsing around Charleston for two days. I had never visited, and having celebrated our five year anniversary only a month ago, we relished the opportunity to eat our way through the city. Charleston is beautiful. It is a city of coordinated historic buildings, and mauve (my new favorite

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  • To Grieve on Good Friday

    We have come to Good Friday. If you are anything like me, Good Friday is often overlooked in the midst of Easter preparations. Good Friday more marks the beginning of Easter weekend than a day dedicated unto itself. I did not grow up noticing Good Friday much; my church did not have a Good Friday

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