I have to tend the beds of my heart, and weed out the garbage that threatens the tender vines and leaves of my life that God has called to be fruitful.
When I look back at my life, what felt like random stumbling at the time now appears ordered and planned, as if someone far bigger and wiser than I is holding the reins.
I’ve slowly come up with a few small things that might at least plant the seeds of understanding “life from death” for our secular grandchildren.
There will be days when we don’t run well—when we fall down or throw up or cry or can’t finish. And that is ok. We have not ruined Lent.
Tonight I was blessed with a three-generation discussion about the Bible. I’m still pinching myself.
An interview with the Rev. Melody Shobe, editor of a new book – a Bible that’s one single story and part of a larger body of discipleship resources.
We don’t have to make the Gospel exciting. It already is.
Our four-year-old granddaughter enjoyed retelling the Christmas story. So did I – until it took an unexpected turn.
Jesus’ baptism marked an incredible turning point in his life and ministry. What about ours?
As we remember the Holy Innocents killed by Herod, we recognize the innocent victims of violence today.