Don’t look at the present storm, but look to the Son coming.

I’m falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.

At the MoorWanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisperIn the stillness of the moor. In the gray skyA flock of wild birds follows;Slanting over gloomy waters.Turmoil. In decayed hutThe spirit of putrescence...

There are times when the evil seems so impenetrable, the wickedness so victorious, you don’t even know how to hope. But then the good news bursts in, as impossible to deny as it is to...

the bleakest situations bring out the hospitality in all of us, but it’s during the harshest we find out how strong we really are.

Death appears as the harsh victory of the law of our ancestors of the dimension of our becoming. It is a fact that, as productivity increases, each succeeding generation becomes smaller in stature. The defeat...

The church and the whorehouse arrived in the Far West simultaneously. And each would have been horrified to think it was a different facet of the same thing. But surely they were both intended to...