Posts by Thomas Jacob

There is a particular kind of faith that grows in the soil of a farm. Long before sunrise,…

There is a particular kind of ache that comes with loving someone from far away — the empty…

Every February, Black History Month invites us to pause and remember. We remember the ancestors who prayed in…

There's a particular kind of tiredness that comes from staring at the same paragraph for the tenth time,…

I still remember the first time I stood at a graveside, watching the earth settle over someone I…

When my grandmother passed, I remember standing at the graveside, unsure of what to say. The pastor spoke…

I still remember the first time I placed a crumpled bill in the offering basket as a child,…

There is a moment in every believer's life when ordinary prayer isn't enough — when the soul reaches…

There's something sacred about the turning of a page on the calendar. I remember one particular May morning…

There's a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from fighting a battle no one else can see —…