One of the most prominent themes in my life over the last several years has been spiritual friendships. I outgrew my college and grad school years where friendships came quite naturally. Suddenly and abruptly, I found myself in adulthood – married and living in a new place with a daunting sense that I would always
I have always had a sweet tooth. I love desserts of all kinds – especially ice cream. And I can eat with the best of them. One of nine children in my family of origin, I like to say that I had to hold my own at the dinner table and when dessert was served.
I hold the plate delicately. It feels light in my hands, and yet bears an unspoken weight. I turn it carefully in my hands, intentional to make it accessible to all who approach. “This is body of Christ,” I say with familiarity and resonance. “It is broken for you.” The words fall familiar on our
“When most of us think about talking to kids about theology, we think of their view of God like a car sitting in neutral. It is easy to think that they will go about their lives unmoved until we push them along in the faith. As the most prominent and earliest influencers in their lives,
“It’s just not for me, I guess,” she said, shaking her head with resignation. The words fell from her mouth with a splat; they were deflated and her heart was fit to match. Between us sat an open Bible, a well-worn dictionary, two pens, and plenty of scratch paper. We were working through the Text
I’m not one to make New Year’s Resolutions, but I am all for re-evaluating and re-considering life choices whenever the opportunity presents itself. So, moving into 2018, I want to reintroduce physical books into my everyday lifestyle. I’m planning and preparing to let screen-based reading take a backseat to book reading. And I can’t wait.
Here is what I’m planning to read in 2018:
I shielded my eyes from the blaze of the sun, and let my elbow rest against the rough wood of the picnic table top. It was unbearably hot, a summer reality in North Carolina that I am still growing accustomed to. I bat at the pesky gnats swarming around my forehead and tilted my head
“It’s just not for me, I guess,” she said, shaking her head with resignation. The words fell from her mouth with a splat; they were deflated and her heart was fit to match. Between us sat an open Bible, a well-worn dictionary, two pens, and plenty of scratch paper. We were working through the Text