The author of life now wears the shroud of death, He who said ‘I am the resurrection’ is lifeless, a corpse. The world's true light, in...

God is not confined to text, ink, paper, or papyrus. The divine transcends words. Not bound by a system, nor limited to a story, the...

The Priest speaks, her hand moves, ‘Remember you are dust, and to dust you will return.’ I linger, pondering, I am flesh. The Priest...

Deconstruction can be both necessary and profoundly painful. An existential crisis which touches deep within the human soul and...

In the realm where the divine once dwelled, A silence envelops, veiled in shadows, untouched by motion, unheard in speech. Lifeless, the...

We don’t get to walk without wounds, Or talk with words that have not been forged and shaped in the crucible of suffering. Yet, still,...

My faith, delicate as spun glass, Intertwined and enfleshed with doubt. Hope, the quiet confidence in things unseen, Is woven into the...

Amidst weathered stones, History and tradition intertwine, A sanctified haven, Set apart from the hustle and bustle of the high street. A...

We found ourselves east of Eden, Estranged and alienated, Hostile and unholy. We, broken sinners, yearned for a Savior, Homesick exiles...

Stumbling towards Bethlehem to gaze upon the humble King, While the city lights entreat me to linger, to stay, to spend. Stumbling...

In fragile faith, With the tenacious audacity of hope, All is not as it seems. A veil, like winter's fog, separates the divine from...

Sometimes, Not all the time, I doubt. The gift of faith is absent, And for a moment, I feel alone. Sometimes, Not all the time, I doubt....