Only His Wounds Can Heal
It’s Silent Saturday. The day before we celebrate Jesus’ resurrection.
I’m not asking a question as I normally do in this post, but I’m also not being silent today.
I sit down at my desk to write and the legs of a chair that’s been headed for the junk pile for months now kick out in front of me. I gather it up and calmly set it by the door. By the time I get back to my seat, I’ve had time to ruminate on the other things that have…
