Remembering La Loche, Adam Wood, five years later

Hope can be heard whispering through our sorrow, choked out as we groan in travail with all of creation.

The Lent of Our Lives

I joked at the beginning of the pandemic, which was during the season of Lent, that this time was “the Lent of our lives.” A time to lament, to sit with death. We sense that new life will come, but not how or what it will look like. I didn’t know then how true it would be. 

Anger, Tears and Resurrection

Anger, tears and resurrection. That’s what it is all about. Anything less is a cover up, and cheapens death in its sentimentality.