The plague hit our family vacation hard this summer. It was a punishing stomach bug that took down young and old and came back for more.
There were exactly two snowballs in my south Louisiana childhood, and they didn’t fall from the sky in Baton Rouge. They rode down from Ohio on the side of our neighbor’s station wagon, and took their shape when she scooped them and gave them to wide-eyed children who had never seen snow.
A very long time passed between the day we buried my father and the installation of a headstone on his grave, for a variety of […]
I stood and stared on the snack food aisle, comparing popcorn labels. I had signed up to bring snacks to my daughter’s scouting meeting, and […]
Wednesday was my Leader Day; I’m still partial to this midweek day, despite its reputation as Hump Day—some obstacle to be gotten over, rather than […]
I can’t quit you, smartphone. I keep thinking we should see other people, and an hour later I’m cradling you in my hands again, whispering […]
This Holy Week, God will be at work in us in ways we cannot yet ask or imagine.
We do not keep elves on any of our shelves to send behavior reports to the North Pole. Christ came for us while we were yet on the naughty list.
How many of our current events—in politics or in our church deliberations—get stuck in frustrating stalemates?
I am moved by the willing courage of a young person saying yes to God’s adventure. And I’m grateful for Mary, still bearing God to us.