The Brood: Christmas Edition

by Holly Mohr My dad’s face showed up in my dreams, off an on, a couple nights ago. He would just pop in, smiling, then pop back out. It was the earnest smile of my much younger years, the smile he had for me when I was three or four and he was getting readyContinue reading “The Brood: Christmas Edition”

Sad, Angry, and Afraid

I was getting ready to write about the demands of self-sacrificing love that Jesus, after he rose from the dead, pressed on Simon Peter in a confrontation by the Sea of Tiberias. (See John 21.) But then I got the news of the mass killing of school children at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas.Continue reading “Sad, Angry, and Afraid”