Reflections on motherhood

by Jessi Uran | 3-minute read Editor’s note: Jessi Uran penned this essay on motherhood in 2019. For Mother’s Day 2020, we think it’s worth another look.   Abba, Father. Before the day begins, I wash my image-bearing face. As I press it dry with the towel, the...

Some Days

by Jessi Uran | 3-minute read   The ground beneath me shifts but there is no earthquake. And the dirt thaws. The sky above me darkens but there is no rain. And the birds sing. The air around me howls but there is no whirlwind. And the flowers bloom. It is the...

Communion

by Jessi Uran | 1-minute read   True fellowship with one’s neighbor can never be born out of the particulars. It is not hidden in twinkling café lights, elaborate bouquets, or copious amounts of candles. It doesn’t stem from a farm to table menu, soulful music,...

Wrestling with a masterpiece

A writer crumples under the weight of Handel’s Messiah, until … By Jessi Uran  What on earth was I thinking? I can’t write this. I stared at the computer screen for what seemed like the 50th time in three weeks. I’d scribbled research notes on three different pages...