In the desert of the heart Let the healing fountain start, In the prison of his days Teach the free man how to praise. ——W. H. Auden

An Ethiopian Saturday in L.A.

One thing I’ve noticed—and I’m noticing it a lot lately—whenever I’m in a totally unlikely place where there seems to be no rhyme or reason to me being there, I’m right where God wants me. This morning it… Read More

Believer and wanderer

Two Advent offerings for today. First, a poem by Madeleine L’Engle: THE GLORY Without any rhyme Without any reason my heart lifts to light in this bleak season Believer and wanderer caught by salvation stumbler and blunderer into… Read More