On faith, prayer, and the quiet journey of the spiritual life.
The night has come down over Jerusalem with unusual weight. Torches flicker beyond the olive trees. In a garden whose name means "oil press," a man lies prostrate on the cold ground, his face pressed against the earth, while three friends sleep a stone's throw away. The city is full of pilgrims,...
Read reflectionThe council chamber is thick with tension. Torches cast long shadows across the faces of priests and elders, men who have spent their lives guarding the traditions of Israel. Outside, the roads to Jerusalem are crowd...
Read more →The stones are already in their hands. You can almost feel the weight of them—rough, sun-warmed, gathered from the temple courtyard with a grim and purposeful resolve. The crowd has made its judgment, and in their ey...
Read more →There is a question that has echoed through centuries of Christian reflection, one that still quietly surfaces in the hearts of believers: if Jesus brought a new covenant, what happened to everything that came before...
Read more →In a quiet village in Galilee, in an ordinary room, in an ordinary moment — a door opened in the history of the world that had been shut since Eden. A young woman stood in the threshold of that doorway, and what she ...
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