“The church is not a social club.” Through the years, this maxim has made its way into church teaching as if it originated with scripture. It’s a well-intended phrase, meant to remind Christians that our gatherings aren’t about us or even about solving the...
As the daffodils dip their heads slightly and the lilacs bloom in heavy clusters, I am beginning to think of those among us who are eager to sleep in, pack away the books and not worry about an upcoming exam. Here’s to those involved in formal education: our students. Our word...
Prior to my mom’s death a few weeks ago, she had suffered for 10 years from the debilitating effects of Pick’s disease, a relatively rare form of dementia. At the outset of the disorder, mom began jumbling “yes” and “no.” A year or two later, she...
Maranatha. The word rolls off our tongues easily––Lord come quickly––but its implications might give us pause. Do I really want the Lord to come quickly? Perhaps even tonight? When all is right with my life, I confess I do not always crave the final...
A few weeks ago, three of my friends came to the same conclusion: that I should join them in efforts to bring more people to Christ. They were challenging me to share the gospel more, but I felt more pushed than called. Even when I know something is for the best, I don’t naturally yield...
Expectations can get you into trouble. At the very least they can unsettle and dissatisfy you. As a young mother my impatience grew directly out of fixed expectations that didn't always pan out. My three-month-old was colicky and would not allow me to rest. As he grew older, I was...
“What’s lost is nothing to what’s found, and all the death that ever was, would scarcely fill a cup.” –– Frederick Buechner “How long has it been since your son’s death?” I asked Jack Jacobs. “One month and nineteen...
There’s this woman I know. For the purpose of this post, let’s call her Sally. Once a month, I’m forced to spend an hour with her as part of a volunteer commitment. Oh, my friends, these hours challenge me in ways I’m ashamed to admit. Sally is a thorn in my side...
A few weeks ago, in an attempt to do a bit of organizing, I grabbed my box of letters and notes that I've kept through the years and started sorting through them. I had letters from family and friends from as far back as high school. Simple notes that were dropped in the mail from a friend in...
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