A bridge is a powerful thing.

Few tragedies can match that of unrequited love.

Intimacy requires at least three things: Proximity. Vulnerability. Reciprocity.

What do you do when obedience is too much?

Does He know we wonder what kind of God He is?

What does one find at the end of oneself?

“What do you remember?”

Nothing’s finished.

When you want someone to know you, where do you start?

He will tell many stories.

He’s always orchestrating.

Where is God to be found?

Sometimes the worst possible thing happens.

Why don’t more stories end well?

What comes of promises made to God?

In the end, the shape of your life comes down to two questions.

What must He be thinking when He looks at us?

In the ancient near east there flowed a river called Purattu.

Why does proximity so often provoke rivalry?

Is there a place in faith for imagination?