I think there is a poor trick we all play on ourselves internally when we mess something up…
I want to love and be loved because it sets me free.
That’s one thing I love about the Jesus Prayer: it’s true for everyone, all the time.
As she held my face I knelt down beside her and kissed her hands now moistened by my tears.
…caged and cradled in the heart of God, Easter comes.
Can’t I get by just fine without following Jesus and the Spirit into the Lenten wilderness at all?