Crossing the Bridge on Good Friday

I collapsed. Exhausted from the chase of everything that can’t satisfy. Blackness. Not even sleep could help me escape the misery of who I was. Each time I resolved to do better, I fell back again and again. Bleak hopelessness encompassed my world. I couldn’t go on. Then, in the darkness I heard rustling. Voices…

Seeping Sin

Ever cut your knee, slapped a Band-Aid on it and looked down to find blood had seeped through to the little white square? Sin is kind of like that. We do something, we fall, get a cut, cover it up. But, eventually the blood seeps through and we can’t deny the ugly blotch. _________ Sin is…