Our release cost the Father His only Son by the way of His broken, holy, sacrificed body. Release costs. It always costs.Continue Reading ›
The bloggers all sit in a circle and laugh and pretend to know Spanish and laugh some more. But not Ivan. He does not smile.Continue Reading ›
One day all of our works on this earth will go through the fire. And those works, they will burn and bring loss. Or endure and bring reward.
This trash dump in Nicaragua is where mothers, grandmothers, men and children come to make a living. It’s where they find their lunch. For children it’s where they play and take their midday nap.