I, Barack Hussein Obama, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States. So help me God. I wonder what it is like to stand before 10 people with 1,000,000,000 […]
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Look what happened in the night–a magic all its own. Confession: It is so easy to believe in everyone but the people we know and love best. I’m not thinking of my man Ryan, because I’m freshly in love with him and I think he could probably, you know, do a chin-up on the Milky Way
Okay, this one is free. ***** Rural legend #1: Pastor’s wives are perfect. Rural legend #2: Christian moms don’t yell. Rural legend #3: God is silent. Rural legend #4: The true-blooded lady is prepared for every situation. ***** Rural legend #5: Men are people too. Don’t you believe it.
Okay, hang on, hang on. That’s not the full title of this post. The full title is “Debunking the Myth of the Perfect Pastor’s Wife, and Other Rural Legends.” Debunking, you see. To tackle such a doughty topic, I needed a pal. So I asked my friend Luci, my beautiful friend Luci Martin from way
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Do you ever play with church names in your mind? There are so many out there. I like the ones that start with “Church of…” They make my imagination run wild. Church of the Cross Church of the Nativity Church of the Covenant Church of the Open Door Church of the Living Hope Church of
“Wheeeeeeeee!” “Yeeee-haw!” “Whoopie!” Shrill cries of delight echoed over the campground. Nestled in wooded hills, this scenic spot was home to our extended family for the weekend. Tents dotted the grass. Swingsets rocked happy children. The mess hall door banged open and shut, open and shut, as folks entered hungry and left satisfied. Best of
Read her blog here. ***** All her life I have taken care of her. When we were children, she looked to me. A timid child of fear, she looked to me. I was there in her vulnerable times, the times when Dad and Mom had tucked us in, said prayers, kissed goodnight—and left. I was
Confession: Sometimes enough is enough. Even of a really good thing. I had to step out of the loud, happy family gathering and go for a little walk. I love my Coblentz people. But we are (self included) a strange herd. We’ve had two days of congenial concourse: turkey and trimmings and talk, games and
We got to her house late, knowing she would be gone anyway. She left us a message of where to find the key, though she had never met our family before. We unlocked the door in the dark and silence, stepping into her lovely home for the first time. We made our bumbling way to
She stood 4’ 8” tall, a giant. Early this morning she died humbly as she lived, a hero. I feel small and lost. Goodbye, tiny grandma. Psalm 103:13-17