I learned the hard way that I fall in love too easily. For starters, I have a thing for epic poetry and a long-standing crush on Italian (the language). So I may or may not have squealed when a copy of the Iliad in Italian turned up at the library a few weeks ago. I…
“It’s not fair.” I can’t even begin to count how many times those words have crossed my lips—or the lips of my children. Something in the human condition seems to make us crave this idea of fair. After all, in the story of Cain and Abel, wasn’t Cain motivated, at least in part, by thinking…
Dear friends, When I sat down to write this post, I thought it would be about–well, not this. But I feel compelled to scrap my original topic and share with you what’s been on my heart these past several days. About seven months before we launched The Glorious Table, I instituted a rule for myself…
“Let us be slaves to the Egyptians. It’s better to be a slave in Egypt than a corpse in the wilderness . . . Don’t be afraid. Just stand still and watch the Lord rescue you today . . . Why are you crying out to me? Tell the people to get moving!” (Ex. 14:12–13,…
Reflection hurts. And I have a few spots in my past that make my heart hurt when I think about them. I imagine we all have something like that in our lives. Memories that cause us pain. Either because of something we did or something we didn’t do or something that happened to us or…
Virginia was hit hard with snow this year. Our boys, ages ten and a half and nine, have had two extended winter breaks from school—the normal Christmas break and then an additional extended break, when my nerves were a little raw one morning as we entered the Y. Our conversation went like this: “Elijah, watch…