The Clip That Shouldn’t Exist
“Matthew 18 doesn’t start with a post. It starts with a private conversation.”
The Member Who Ghosted
The bell over the door of The Shepherds Cafe chimed once, a clean little sound that didn’t match the weight in Jeremiah’s chest. The place smelled like roasted beans and warm bread, like nothing in the world was wrong, like truth hadn’t just been shoved into a public comment thread and told to defend itself. …
Slowing the Room
The morning at The Shepherds Cafe had the kind of quiet that wasn’t empty—it was settled. Outside, winter pressed a pale, colorless light against the windows, and the trees across the street stood stripped down to honest lines. Inside, the warmth held steady: a soft jazz track that stayed in the background, a few regulars speaking in low voices, and the scent of coffee and toasted cinnamon that clung to coats like it was trying to be helpful.