Priests are no more evil than other men. But they can fall, and we are setting them up for it.
I probably look like I always love him and I never doubt And for many months this can be true For many months the thought of him is sweet and I believe his words and am So happy to be part of his family The Bible is alive and the Lord’s Supper full of […]
It’s Monday and I awake with a headache, facing too many tasks on too little sleep. We’re headed into the crazy month of August… fire hall training, fostering training, an editing project, a taste-test project, a ten-day visitor, beans and peaches to can, back to school, two weekend trips and a daughter’s birthday. Today I […]
Confession: My least favorite part of church is taking up the offering. This has nothing to do with how we take it up (into innocent wicker-and-burgundy-felt baskets) or when (slipped between the announcements and the songs), or who or how much or why… No. It’s all about the drama. You see, we give our sons […]
Confession: I can’t help but wonder if it is this way for everyone— if the sound of singing at your own church on a Sunday morning is deep comfort and healing like the smell of your own home and the feel of your favorite blanket. We returned to sorrow and joy interwoven: birth and healing, […]
I sat beside him long ago when the brush of his sleeve against mine sent fire all down my body. I sat beside him hundreds of times when his arm was solid and comforting against my own. I sat beside him when there was such pain between us I shied away from the softest touch of […]