The Epiphany of the Lord

– Sigur Ros: Untitled 3 Sometimes, my prayer takes a form of closing my eyes with my face turned toward the sunrise, soaking and absorbing the warmth. As if evaporated by the heat, my soul flies up and up to the highest. I linger there, unable to utter a single word. Up there, I bow…

A Year of Loving

It rained the morning I went to the bookstore to try my luck on a new devotional book for the new year. As if I were going on a blind date, I felt heart fluttering in anticipation of what I will discover. Unfortunately, my local bookstore’s Christian living section did not have many options for…