Suffering
A sneak preview of an essay from the lastest issue of The Mockingbird, our print magazine.
A Crisis Represents an Appetite for Growth That Hasn’t Found Another Way of Expressing Itself.
My Own Take on the Show: The Unexpected Tears Rolling Down My Cheeks after the Finale
God is in the Space Occupied by Grief
I Was One of the First to Get Sick. Instead of Doubting God’s Goodness, I was utterly Overcome by Him.
“I See What’s Really Always There: / Unresting Death, a Whole Day Nearer Now”
I Felt My Body Betray Me — through Injury or Illness. I was Supposed to be in Control.
We often Intuit that It Isn’t Our Faith but Our Very Selfhood that is Under Assault
“See, I am Doing a New Thing! Now It Springs Up; Do You Not Perceive It?”
“Who Doesn’t Want to be Afraid Anymore? Or Alone? Or Frightened, or Powerless?”
The Truth Is I’m Just Sad, And I Am Not Sure I Want To Be Cheered Up Right Now
You Will Never, Ever Buy Into The Idea That Prayers Do Not Help