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.
I held Him in my arms and began to shake, my son, lifeless and still warm. I kissed him and told him that I loved…
Jesus did not come to explain suffering, but to fill it with his presence. – Paul Claudel
My Lord and my God. In agony, the suffering of a bloody Lord is the only remedy of a broken heart. Often I have imagined…
