The Death and Resurrection of Faith: Reflections on Good Friday
Brittany Bergman
A year ago on Good Friday, I admitted something out loud that I’d known for some time: my faith, at least as I knew
A year ago on Good Friday, I admitted something out loud that I’d known for some time: my faith, at least as I knew
I don’t like glitter and I’m not a fan of confetti. I’m not good at celebrating. I’m a doer, a survivor, a caretaker. I
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I sat in a beach chair and cried. Not legit crying with sobs and shudders. It was subtle – the kind of crying where
We sat together, sipping coffee. She asked how I took my coffee and I replied, “Usually black.” She told me she was the same.
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Did you know God loves you so much that he knows you by name? He knows the number of hairs on your head and
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