We Christians have always been good at line-drawing, and we are usually the ones who do it best. Or, if we dislike our upbringing, the ones who do it worst. The Catholics are too iconic, the Anglicans too liturgical, the black churches too emotive, the Quakers too quiet, the Methodists too formal, the Pentecostals too hyper, the Mennonites too traditional. Private worship is too individualistic, and public is too contrived or too showy. In the end, is there any good way to worship? that’s unlike what we are comfortable with?
Confession: It would help me out a lot this week if you would write in this space instead of me. Here’s how. Twice in a few months’ time, I’ve been given the opportunity to speak to small groups of women about relating with modern technology – especially social media. One of the assignments is behind […]
If there’s one thing that’s being made increasingly clear to me about mothering, it is that my frustrations are not unique to me. We’re not as alone as we think we are. The other day I wrote a questionnaire for my kids, out of vexation with a few of our relational rough spots. I made it with my […]
Confession: When I used the word chartreuse in a blog post and some of you said you had to look it up, I decided I ought to as well, to see if Google Images showed the color I had in mind. It did. (For something breathtaking, try googling chartreuse and gray.) It also led me […]
Well, the book that quote came from was actually the Holy Bible… howbeit, from the slightly renovated version known as The Message (however large a disclaimer you feel that to be). Here is the quote again: Every time you criticize someone, you condemn yourself. It takes one to know one. Judgmental criticism of others is […]
Months ago I found this quote in a book, and ever since it has hung above my kitchen sink, the place where I find it easiest to brood and stew. It’s been a reminder I need. Every time you criticize someone, you condemn yourself. It takes one to know one. Judgmental criticism of others is […]