Stripping the Altar of Life

When I close my eyes, I can hear them – thousands of species, entire forms of life – suffering alongside Jesus on the cross, crying out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning?” We talk freely about...

He Trusted in God

My mother had died suddenly two months earlier, prey to a creeping invisible cancer discovered only when it was too late. I was depressed, in pain from her death and exhausted from building and running the Northern Forest Center. I knew I would destroy the Center if I...