Accepting the Rescue

Could anyone rescue my daughter? A year and a month ago, I didn’t know if I would ever see my daughter alive again. I had visions of her beaten, bruised body lying unclaimed in a foreign morgue whilst I searched the world over trying to save her. Her life seemed doomed… Read more“Accepting the Rescue”

Jesus Wasn’t Pretty (but Neither is Glue)

Glue isn’t pretty. Its white, clear or sickly beige and it sits in a bottle until someone needs it. But oh, when someone uses it, when its time has come—it spreads out and binds together all that has broken. It holds together paper and wood and metals and glass and… Read more“Jesus Wasn’t Pretty (but Neither is Glue)”