In case you haven’t heard via phone/email/Facebook/Twitter, I got the job at ONE! I’ve been working there for a week and a half now, and I absolutely love it. It’s a challenge—and it’s pretty exhausting, too—to work two jobs (30 hours a week at ONE and 20-25 hours at The District Church), but I love both; …
This afternoon, a friend from Fuller suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. I wasn’t super close with Praise, but we were friends, and we had a lot of mutual connections. She was always quick with a smile and a laugh. She was a beautiful soul. Her Facebook quote so appropriately captures who she was and what …
A friend’s sister was killed in a motorcycle accident on Friday. She was 29. It’s been tough on my friend, obviously; and on other friends of ours who were also close with her sister. It’s been tough in ways that can’t be remedied by a simple word or even a prayer. I mean, it’s not …
Original post: April 11, 2009; repost: April 3, 2010. [Frank Bramley. A Hopeless Dawn. 1888. Oil on canvas.] Daybreak brings cold, harsh sunlight. It’s the day after … And he’s dead. The rabbi, the teacher, the prophet, the messiah. Dead as dead can be. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This wasn’t the glorious end …
I’m not sure what words to use to reflect on Ann Goldingay’s passing and on the impact that she and John had, or the example that they were, so I’ll just let Liz write. Here’s the first paragraph (clicking here will take you to the full blog entry): john goldingay, aside from being a world-renowned …