As a widowed father of six children, one of which died in infancy and the eldest of which was paralyzed fighting for the Union in the...

After six miscarriages and no children yet to raise, sorrow has begun to feel like home - not the despairing kind of sorrow that...

The time between losses lengthening long, The waiting of wishful watching to wane, When then arose a soft and sweet new song, In...

Perhaps most importantly, I am learning to value the chaos that results in higher order, the disappointing upheavals that forge new horizons

Yes, we struggle, but we press into the wounds of Christ, which are deep enough to hold every faithful sorrow and raise them to glorious joy

My initial attempts to publicly articulate my theological processing of our miscarriages.