In the sanctuary of our church, at the base of the altar just behind the piano, stands a towering white cross stretching from floor to ceiling. And like most objects- and people- that are ever-present and always available, I mostly stopped seeing and appreciating it.

A few Sundays ago, I arrived to find the cross completely obscured by a black curtain. Suddenly, the cro...

The Light Behind the Curtain

In the sanctuary of our church, at the base of the altar just behind the piano, stands a towering white cross stretching from floor to ceiling. And like most objects- and people- that are ever-present and always available, I mostly stopped seeing and appreciating it.

A few Sundays ago, I arrived to find the cross completely obscured by...

I was at the beach at sunset recently enjoying the solitude: the cooling air, the softening light, surfers gliding over the sparkling Pacific- when what we used to call a “holy roller” shuffled up with a Jesus pamphlet in hand.

In my twenties, I would have dismissed him reflexively. These days I pause to listen. That day, I learned something too.

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I was at the beach at sunset recently enjoying the solitude: the cooling air, the softening light, surfers gliding over the sparkling Pacific- when what we used to call a “holy roller” shuffled up with a Jesus pamphlet in hand.

In my twenties, I would have dismissed him reflexively. These days I pause to listen. That day, I learned something too.

The details of hi...