Job 2:8“Then Job took a broken piece of pottery and scraped himself with it as he sat among the ashes.”
It was a painful morning five autumns ago that has left me changed forever. I remember vividly the day, the colors, where the sun was as I awoke. I remember sounds, textures, the clothes [...]

What would you wish for if given the chance to have any wish granted? I wonder as I watch people walk down the street, drive in their cars, eat ice cream – what is their longing deep inside? For what do they hope, wish? Somehow I believe all wishes really have to do with freedom. [...]