1 He comes to us in our brokenness as pottery 2 Maybe we’re broken into a few dozen pieces, or perhaps just cracked down the…
I’ve made no secret of the fact that I had a difficult time growing up. It seems to re-emerge occasionally, and I hope that deeper…
Over the last two decades I have been a collector of sin in various ways, only this time around much of the sin was not my own, but the sin of others. Like an accumulation of pain and heartbreak. From disappointments to private isolation, from betrayals to rejections.
