I have seen myself as the prodigal for two years. But I also need to be the father.
Some days I am the Pharisee, some days I am the crowd, but often, I am the woman, waiting to be condemned.
One by one, we gathered in the mountains, robbed of cell service and internet access. Our differences were easy to spot. Different ages, different professions, different races. We had the coffee drinkers and the tea drinkers. Those who worked with the elderly and those who worked with children. Women married for years, women in much […]
I’m playing piano in church again. I feel like there’s probably a more artful way to build up to that statement, but the truth is, I’m just kind of giddy about it. Church music is where I most connect with God, and for a year, that was missing. For a year, I wondered if it […]
At some point in the past year, I became addicted to shame. I’ve neve been a huge fan of the Jonathan Edwards ideology where I am no more than a spider that God is dangling over the fires of hell. I shake my head at statements like, “God hates you.” Constantly examining my life to […]
I was sitting on an old towel covering up the sticks and leaves of the woods seminar at Creation ’88. The mosquitos were out in full force as we took shelter from the late June sun under the trees. The speaker was telling a story about how he and his dad went bar hopping and spent […]
It’s just 9:30 in the morning, and I can already tell that by the time I get home tonight after teaching, my ankles are going to disappear into my calves. They’re not swollen yet, but it’s coming. Because when you’re thisclose to forty and you’re thisclose to delivering your fifth child, you just know these […]
“My mother would say to me,‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of disaster, I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers — so many caring people in this world.” ~Fred Rogers Following […]
It seems that all my bridges have been burned But you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart But the welcome I receive with every start ~Mumford & Sons, Roll Away Your Stone A few weeks ago, singers Derek Webb and Sarah McCracken […]
In recent months, I’ve pored over John 8:1-11. I’ve always loved that story, but it has come to have special meaning to me more recently. When you see bits of yourself in a story, it is hard not to relate. What I’ve come to notice over the past few months as I’ve sought with varying […]