Ruth pressed her forehead against the cupboard door. Tears threatened to spill—the counter ready to receive. Her hands gripped the empty mixing bowl. How—oh, how could she manage Christmas? The energy, the excitement, the beauty, once companions to her love for the season’s preparations—gone. So was her Cornelious. Corny… he brought so much energy to the season with his love for lights, social gatherings, and generous gift-giving. I will miss his energy; her eyes pressed closed to hold back...

Amid the smoke and flames of our current crises, our hope is rooted in the prophetic call that God's desire for us is compassion for the vulnerable, a commitment to justice, and the reminder that God’s love for the world and its people is everlasting.

A tale of renewal. From Christmas celebrations, feeling abandoned and finding new life at easter.