Over five years ago now, I knelt on a cold concrete floor in India, crying again as my house church sang around me. I was known in these weekly meetings for two things: my tears and my writing, always furiously journaling throughout the evening. So there was no surprise to those around me, no flying […]
Jesus goes further in to know our shattering, experiencing it for himself.
Jesus’ comforting words meet us in the shattering of holy week.
“I don’t know how to love Jesus without this church.” —her voice came static-y through the marco polo message. And I sat up straighter; tears came to my eyes; she called it more feeling than truth but I felt the truth in it, the truth of it. Because I’ve known it too. I’ve just said […]
Note: as I’ve been experiencing a lot of “one-year” anniversaries this month, I’ve been writing every morning about each day, re-reading old journal entries and just writing through the thoughts and feelings and experiences of each day. That’s why this is “part 7.” You can find a few over on my Instagram (@katie.j.rose). Thank you […]
Excerpts from meditations on psalm 130: Four months ago, after brunching with friends old and new and opening up, perhaps for the first time, about what I was going through physically (I had just been to the ER a few days before), I went to church. Church in this season has been a safe place. […]