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Jesus and I are on an outing the week before Easter. We pull up to the strip mall unbuckling our seatbelts. As we climb out of the car and walk towards the door He remarks, “Oh, a Christian bookstore; let’s see what they’re selling.” We step inside and nearly run into a banner displaying ‘Resurrection…
(for Tania) “We’re like lacemakers, a lost art of lovely life going, going, gone. Gone the way of quilting bees and fireside readings of “Gone with the Wind.” Gone, like all hope of any kind of spring after this bone-chilling winter.” But the earth softens, trumpeting daffodils, splitting crocuses and color comes up, all green…
A child (surprise!) yours Daughter (ignored) called out one Sister (competing) the apple of your eye Bride (terrified) loved Mother (novice) protected Teacher (trusting) …
I’ve just finished reading Jennifer Dukes Lee’s new book “Love Idol”** and am becoming more aware each day of how I fashion my own not-gods out of man made materials. Last week I wrote and published (for less than 24 hours) a post about World Vision’s decision regarding same sex hiring practices. I wanted to add…
There is an altar here– facing the supply cubbie flanked by the printer (bedecked with Post-it notes), computer at my alternate elbow. Stray crackers sit open next to the pen and paper and glasses, mid-snack, abandoned. Paper, tape, scissors stapler–all adorn this secular cum sacred space. How so? I folded my hands in prayer and…
I was sitting outside on the deck last week, writing my ‘Sabbath on the Page’ (LL Barkat phrase) and thinking about our family’s recent journey through a very difficult season. Here are the notes from my journal that day: ~~~~~~~~~~~ Sit outside on the deck in the drips of a dreary day and you might…