Stay in It: The Un-Ministry of Love in the Time of Locker Room Talk
Trump and Hilary bobble their heads, and my laundry needs folding. I have appointments to keep and kids to feed. My life is small, and we have dark days, but I can tell you what I know while you’re...
View ArticleWhat do you taste?
Church, I’m sure you’ll understand. I do what I don’t aim to do, and I don’t do what I aim to. I came here today typing with one finger, because chocolate is smeared on my others. Here in a second,...
View ArticleWhen There’s a Lion in Your Yard
This week Seth and I celebrated our 17th anniversary right as the leaves turned electric. It was as beautiful as the day we were wed. But today the temperature will drop a few degrees every hour until...
View ArticleMy True Love Gave To Me: A Vision of Women
On the last day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me a beautiful vision of women. This is, of course, a vision of women across the world but more specifically of the women in my flesh-and-blood life,...
View ArticleWhat’s Up: New Year and a New Plan
Last night the sky was a flowing and molten pink behind the black hills, and I said, “Titus, look out back! Look at the sky!” And they all four got up, gasping whoa. Titus said, “I’ve never seen that!...
View ArticleSoul Practices, Part 1: An Introduction
I’ve never known a world without his hat. There’s a photo of me as a two-year old girl in my daddy’s tall cowboy boots and this big felt hat. I remember when it was crispy and a sleeker, newer brown....
View ArticleWhen We All Speak a Foreign Language
Because I’m grateful to be able to see a contrast between the Kingdom of David and the Kingdom of Pharaoh, I suggest to you that today is a day we bend our necks up toward Pharaoh’s podium and see it...
View ArticleSoul Practices: Part 2
Here’s what I know, once in a while at church I get to be the cupbearer. The priest gives me the bread and says, “This is the body, broken for you.” And I ingest it, and I imagine Christ’s body...
View ArticleCommunion with Depression
I’m going to be honest with you about this. You shouldn’t be reading this post here for free. It should be tucked into the slick pages of a renowned journal of creative nonfiction. Hilary Yancey’s...
View ArticleUnder the Fig: Lenten Imagination #1
Under the Fig: On Awakening A response to Psalm 57:1-11 and John 1:43-51 It wasn’t just the fig tree that told me the meaning of shame. It wasn’t only when Adam and Eve ate the fruit and woke up to...
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