Our family likes to watch talent shows (mostly for the singers)—American Idol, America’s Got Talent, and The Voice. My husband calls himself a talent junkie. He’ll put on one of the shows, and I’ll eventually creep in to join him. Sometimes the best part is the judges’ reactions, particularly when you can tell they’ve just…
“Breath is the percussion of language.” The tall, willowy yoga instructor said this to the class in a lilt that hinted at her formal actor’s training and enviable diaphragmatic control. At my age, with quadriceps straining to sustain my squatted “goddess” pose, I was just happy to control my bladder. The morning class was the…
As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. (Eph. 4:1-3 NIV) Stay in your…
The experiences of those of us who grew up in the church vary greatly. The older I get, the more I understand that the people who mentored me throughout my formative years, especially high school and college, understood that I would encounter challenging questions and experiences that could cause me to question my faith in…
“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first…
We opened church by playing with playdough last week. One person on a team created something from a list of words, and the others had to guess what it was. I am sad to say, my husband and I lost by a significant margin. I guess it’s good for the pastor to be humbled. We’re…