This week’s blog post is written by my colleague Ashley Dickens. This year, perhaps more than ever before, I feel the ache of Good Friday. I feel the weight of Hope Himself being nailed to a cross, taking shuddering, rasping breaths, wondering why His Father had left him alone. I feel Mary’s helpless anguish...
On a recent call, a friend asked, “Why haven’t I heard more about the impact of COVID-19 in low-income countries around the world?” The news of how COVID-19 is affecting our own communities and country is inescapable, but I think he is right – it’s more difficult to hear how the virus is impacting...
As I write this, my four kids are busy scouting out their respective spots in our house to work on schoolwork, and I’m hiding in our basement with my laptop precariously perched on a tiny table. These days, we regularly bump into each other, both figuratively and literally. Especially on days where the rain...