Look at the Cross Again

Let me be the first to admit today that I do not understand the cross. The simple explanations of my childhood—that the cross spans the chasm between me and God—no longer satisfy. There is so much mystery, so much that I cannot wrap my head around, that I am tempted to just quietly back away, […]

The Fire

by Beth Watkins | Twitter: @iambethwatkins I was still young when I learned of the fire. I grew up in its proximity, among others who were alight, and I was in love with everything about it, asked to take it from my mother’s table As early as I can remember. I asked for the fire; This […]

When Sex Isn’t Magical

by Anonymous I carefully string the beads on a wisp of fishing wire. They’re clear blue, about ten of them. Then I thread the letters: T-R-U-E L-O-V-E W-A-I-T-S. More blue beads. I tie it round my wrist, feeling accomplished. This will fix everything. / / / / I came of age in the late nineties. […]

When I Was A Child

By Amy Curran When I was a child, I thought like a child, I spoke like a child, I acted like a child. Now that I am grown, I have put my childish ways behind me. I have forgotten how to lie in the tall grass and watch it whisper above my head, telling stories […]

Love That Doesn’t Cost Is Just A Feeling

I still remember the moment I heard the Holy Spirit whisper to my heart, “Send her flowers.” It seemed so ridiculous to me at the time that I dismissed it only to hear that still, small and insistent whisper again, “Send her flowers.” It seemed unfair that I should be the one to send her […]