The church is a wonderful thing. Messy sometimes, yes. Comprised of broken people, yes. Politically confounding, yes. Globally fragmented, certainly. But the older I get, the more deeply I realize that I don’t want to live a life outside the body of Christ. As a transient adult (I’ve lived in six different cities since my…
“She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family.” (Proverbs 31:15 NIV) During the school year, this verse speaks to me almost every weekday morning as I rise before the sun. The middle school day in our district begins early, and one of my tasks is rousing my thirteen-year-old son….
Have you ever been listening to a sermon when a phrase suddenly overtook your mind? It’s as though it holds your thoughts hostage momentarily and says, “Remember me always.” Then your body pulls back a bit from the sudden focus, until the phrase grabs you again and says, “No, really. I need you to remember…
When my mom told us kids to do something, she would immediately follow up with this question: “Do you understand me?” I pitied the foolish child who would ever dare to answer her question with a no. But Mom knew it wasn’t enough for her to just communicate. She had to be sure we understood….
“What happened to your leg?” Strangers ask me this weekly, if not daily. I became an amputee two weeks before my ninth birthday, and even after twenty-one years, it’s still a hard question to answer. Not because I struggle with what happened, but because the questioner is usually looking for a short answer like cancer,…
A year ago, I wrote the first post on this site, welcoming all of you to a virtual table, a safe place to be seen and heard and known. You responded, and we grew. This week, as we celebrate a year of sharing stories, a year of encouragement and vulnerability and grace, with a series…