Every ending means a new beginning

An hour before church is set to begin, I find the pastor’s wife weeping in the church nursery. She’s huddled in the chair in the corner by the playpen, pressed deep into it, like a wild thing cornered. Over the last dozen years, she has sequestered herself often here during …

Taking a different road? Don’t miss these two billboards

Sometimes, during a life transition, even an anticipated one, the road stretching ahead appears as murky as fog on an unfamiliar highway. Several of our friends have turned onto that highway by choice. “We’re excited,” they say, “But of course we wonder….” What if that new job seems perfect in …