Dead bugs and elbow grease in the chapter of March
In the Book of Our Lord 2022, it suddenly occurred to Shari Zook that she had once again been living her life by sheer elbow grease.
Tag: Jesus
An open letter to the Santa-Jesus
I have believed in you ever since I was a little girl, and I am so happy to say with confidence that I am on your Nice list again this year.
Unconcluded thoughts on art and beauty
I open wide and soak it in, the full moon just coming white and misty from behind the clouds, or hanging its enormous full-blazed orange…
When Faith Becomes De Longest River
I am relieved to find, in the middle of my grief, that this wound is cleaner because I didn’t insist that he save me out of it.
Easter pictures and April goals
It means so much to me that Jesus rose – that He is alive with us in the baby snuggles and the new crocuses and the mocha cupcakes.
Sunday morning playlist
Here is a list of the songs that keep me going these days, from widely diverse styles. You don’t have to like them.
When He’s Wrong
You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
Cusick and my Gospel
I sat licking my spoon. The ice cream was really good. So was the sermon. Cusick was not referencing Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John…
An Ingalls Easter
I feel like Caroline Ingalls, attempting to preserve civilization on the frontier wilds, with her tiny gilt-toed shepherdess on the mantel.
Dingalingaling heaven
I would like to hear from you. What formed your ideas of heaven? How did you learn what you know?