For the believer navigating depression, anxiety, or the long work of emotional recovery — and trying to hold faith and fragility in the same hands at the same time.
For some people the hardest part of church is not the theology or the music or the sermon. It is the moment someone turns to them in the foyer and asks the one question they have been dreading all week.
What do you say to a young man in his twenties who has been told, quietly and without fanfare, that the rehab centre is not a waystation back to ordinary life, but simply his life? What does hope mean when the horizon does not change?
