David Holper

How often when we are lostor in pain, we cry out to God— even if we don’t believe in the one who isboth father & mother— And how often we are met with a wall of silence,and wrongly assume, that is no answer. So we believe God must not exist. Perhaps what we miss is how God says, . . . . Continue Reading »

As Paul’s words droned on like the furry buzz of bees, I unfolded off the floor, crammed myself into a window. The sun crawled down onto the horizon and stared at me, as if to say, pay attention, you whose time is so short, you who have no idea on what day your thread will be . . . . Continue Reading »