Good Friday

As they were looking on, so we too gaze on his wounds as he hangs. We see his blood as he dies. We see the price offered by the redeemer, touch the scars of his resurrection. He bows his head, as if to kiss you. His heart is made bare open, as it were, in…

Focusing on Jesus Crucified

I follow a blog by a young man who has been heroically living a chaste life for Christ while struggling with same-sex desires. In his latest post, he confessed to falling into sin and then he wrote of the deep remorse he was experiencing. It was a hard post to read and I am sure…