Kathy is a bookworm, writer, graphic designer, and coffee lover from Michigan. She enjoys reading and learning about Law and Gospel as well as the Lutheran Confessions. She also loves learning, researching, writing about, and drinking (good) coffee. Kathy is thankful for the friends who consistently reminded her and give her a passion to communicate the message of the Gospel—Christ for you—through conversations and writing. Hymns continue to teach her theology and she enjoys learning to play those hymns on piano. She also loves traveling, especially with her friends.
No greater injustice exists than to declare the innocent guilty and the guilty innocent. For the one guilty of irreparable harm to walk off scot-free offends our conscience. But, for the innocent one to pay for the crimes of the guilty assaults the very notions of truth, morality, and justice we hold dear.
The black canvas of the night sky gave way to glittering lights in the heavens. David’s city slept nearby as shepherds watched their flocks in anticipation of the dawn. This same darkness that held the twinkling lights above them, held the sign of God’s promise to Abraham.
Creeping through the house was a cunning art. Taking a single step was a strategic game to avoid creaks in the wooden floorboards. The goal was to maneuver through the house unnoticed. Any sound or change in shadows elicited alarm. There was nowhere to hide, every inch of the haunted house left visitors open and vulnerable to eyes prowling around in the shadows.
I’m sure you know the story. An orphan girl lives a monotonous life filled with loneliness serving as a slave to her stepmother and stepsisters. One day in a stroke of luck, she is visited by her fairy godmother. Her humble clothing and cinder smudged face become hidden by an extravagant ball gown.
The more I heard the song, the more I heard the heart of the Gospel in the song. The music swept through the office like a refreshing breeze. It broke through a playlist which had become stale over time. Repetitively, the words flowed through the air, “let me love you.”