Starting on November 1, we take turns writing one thing we are each thankful for in a black Sharpie marker on our pumpkin. This designated pumpkin sits in the center of our dinner table throughout the month of November. It always brings joy and quite a bit of laughter to hear what our boys are thinking about or to see what they quietly and sneakily write on the pumpkin.
This year, Christmas came early (but we were together).
This will be the first Christmas in my life I did not spend with my daughter.
God shapes our lives in ways we can’t always understand. I give thanks.
Every time I’ve allowed God to prune, uproot, and replant me, my actual wildest dreams and secret hopes have flowered and fruited in ways that were beyond my imaginings.
Pausing in the Open Space – and Giving Thanks
I have taken a break from the myth of my own indispensability.
Giving thanks is no small thing. It requires a conversion of heart.
We want to give our children the world! So often what we end up giving them is continued complicity in the world’s model of desire and scarcity. Our faith teaches something better.
Cooked with Love: A Legacy of Thanksgiving Traditions
Mom cooked a huge Thanksgiving meal each year – and I never got why. Until, that is, we had to celebrate Thanksgiving without her.
Another liturgical year is coming to an end. It’s time to reflect and give thanks.
Advent is the beginning of church year, which means late November is the end: a good time to focus on the past year’s gifts.
What does it mean to keep the feast?
Feasting is not the same as gluttony. In fact, thoughtful, Christian feasting is in many ways gluttony’s opposite.
I give thanks to God for Plainsong Farm.
It didn’t exist a year ago. But today, it is a real ministry just beginning to bear fruit.
A 3 year-old led the prayer. And it was good.
Once upon a time, in a vocational incarnation from four jobs ago, I spent thirty minutes, four days a week, leading chapel services for a church-based […]