How to Pray in Times of Darkness

I have an app that reminds me to pray morning, noon, and night. I love it because it provides both space for my own petitions and written prayers. Growing up Mormon, there was something anathema about writing and reading prayers, but I've discovered that it can be very helpful. Sometimes you don't know what to pray,... Continue Reading →

On Lament and the Cross

In the Mormon tradition of my youth, being a faithful person was supposed to bring happiness—no matter what was going on. To be a believer meant that you possessed a special knowledge of God’s plan of happiness that other people weren’t fortunate enough to understand. The best way to share your knowledge was to develop... Continue Reading →

Growing Up in a Church without the Cross

This post was originally published at the Salt Collective, after I read it at House of Mercy's Easter service in 2015. The picture of the resurrected Lord that I remember from childhood isn’t a picture of an empty tomb, but of Christ returning triumphantly to the Earth for his Second Coming. Angels surround him, playing... Continue Reading →

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