A question I was persistently asked, particularly in my teens, was why the majority of my friends were female. A friend of mine once ...
A question I was persistently asked, particularly in my teens, was why the majority of my friends were female. A friend of mine once ...
Sat by the Kebar River, feeling the warmth of my Saviour for the first time properly in months, and let me tell you – it. feels. ...
The Israelites said to them, “If only we had died by the LORD’s hand in Egypt! There we sat around pots of meat and ate all ...
This post is a homily by St Ephraim the Syrian on the sinful woman. May her story encourage us in our repentance! Hear and be ...
By the road there is a man washing his laundry in a filthy bucket. My brother finds him, and immediately runs to buy detergent. A sweet ...
And the cutting winds that blew violently, hushed. The roaring waves that crashed ferociously, silenced. The devastated earth that was ...
They ask me what it’s like to be a petite privileged girl living in an inner city ghetto on the south side of Chicago..
To the summer night with beloved friends that inspired our hearts, Germeen, George, Amanowil, Mark and Mina, thank you for this night. ...
This is a guest post by a dear BFA friend and past contributor Sara Malak. One of the things the world ingrains in us as we grow up is ...
This is a guest post from a friend across the ocean.