Ali Holcomb

Women were first at the Cradle and last at the Cross.

I don’t love that there’s all this mess, but that feels like an important part of the process.

Without faith and hope, the message of “it’ll be okay” will ring as hollow.

If Jesus was only a miraculous dragon slayer he’d be a myth, a legend of folklore, or a fairy tale.

Can I bear, without breaking apart, the extraordinary?

Stuck Between the Proposal and the Altar.

“So there was a plan all along! There was a rescue plan!”

The Unimpressive Life of Lasting Consequence

Come With Me, to Babylon, If You’d Like

The Cross and the Finish Line

Inventing Anna and the Price of Happiness

Lent is not a season of self-imposed dreariness, but a lesson for living in a turbulent world.