The plump envelope sat on our kitchen counter taunting me. It’s shape and size set it apart from the bills and junk mail in the pile. I looked at it out of the corner of my eye, avoiding direct eye contact as if it was an old acquaintance I thought I recognized in public but wasn’t quite sure. Flipping
“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
The only sermon I have ever left in tears was on Deborah. My husband and I were grateful to be a part of a church that worked through Biblical Text book-by-book and verse-by-verse, and as a church we were working through the book of Judges. When I turned to the Text for that morning’s
Kids sports teams are a guaranteed source of humor. From lanky six year olds in baseball pants and cleats to round three year old bellies aimlessly running around the soccer field, sports teams for little ones are always colorful experiences. Throughout my childhood, my parents insisted that each of their nine – yes, nine –