“Were you angry with God over the cancer?” the radio host pressed. Silence hung in the air. Blurt. That’s what I longed to do. Blurt about how much I wanted to be angry, about how anger would have been so freeing and refreshing. When properly expressed, anger is a...
Let me introduce you to my friend, Michael Blewett. He’s an amazing Episcopal priest who serves in Bowling Green, Kentucky at Christ Episcopal Church. He’s a passionatefoodie, a gifted communicator, and a great writer. I’m a fan of his blog at Under...
