From the first spring we learned enough of mauve and purple petalstuff, wisteria curled in peacock plumes, and Eden’s honeysweet perfumes, to know that dying never fits the ground, and though the earth forgets the sound of its revival song, the winter cannot linger long.
Issue 3: Lazarus “Lazarus, come out!” Jesus’s first words to His resurrected friend demonstrate His power over death itself – even Lazarus, dead for four days, can be raised through Christ’s intervention. But more than Read more…
By Madeleine Roberts When we are lost in the woods the sight of a signpost is a great matter. –C.S. Lewis He called it joy— An almost-forgotten state of the spirit Wearied by the humdrum Read more…
By Madeleine Roberts My soul cried out for living water, and I had grown accustomed to the thirst. In a foreign place, You meet me alone and hold me above the river. Gather me into Read more…
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