"for we do not wrestle against flesh and blood... "


We had gotten a letter from a girl on our way to school. She had written, “I’m sorry your heart hurts, and I know why. You gave up too early, your chase for meaning, matter and more. You matter more than this, and I know it is true…” She was in seventh grade, and we met her on the bus early one morning. Our violin was in our hands as we had… Read More