And can it be that I should gainAn interest in the Savior’s blood?Died He for me, who caused His pain?For me, who Him to death pursued?Amazing love! How can it be,That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?Amazing love! How can it be,That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? He left His Father’s throne aboveSo free, so infinite His grace!Emptied Himself of all but love,And bled for Adam’s helpless race!’Tis mercy all, immense and free,For O my God, it found out me.Amazing love! How can it be,That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? Long my imprisoned spirit lay,Fast…

On this day, Good Friday, I have few words, and I almost wondered if I would have anything to share with you here. In the space of waiting for the good I know is coming (and the good already here), I am grateful for His peace that settles upon me and in me. My heart is quieted. I am not in a state of disturbance or irritation. I am not fearful or worried. My heart aches for the world–and I pray, asking how He wants me to respond.

The long economic recovery and a worker shortage are finally beginning to pay off for earners at the bottom of the income ladder.

Audiobook selections for July cover a swath of the American landscape, from a western river to Louisiana’s gumbo belt. Relax and take it all in.