Transformative unraveling: Why I got inked

by Kerra Becker English Far from love the Heavenly Father Leads the chosen child; Oftener through realm of briar Than the meadow mild, Oftener by the claw of dragon Than the hand of friend, Guides the little one predestined To the native land. — Emily Dickinson I’m no Nadia Bolz-Weber. I’m not nearly that cool. But we do have one thing in common: We are both pastor-women with ink. My tattoo was a 40th birthday present to myself because that occasion seemed to merit something dramatic. That number comes up regularly in Scripture in association with challenge: 40 days and … Continue reading Transformative unraveling: Why I got inked