Learning to walk like Jesus walked is no easy task. I realize this as pages turn to the book of John, the writings of the disciple that Jesus loved. The words glow on the page. …the Word was with God and the Word was God… And what does the Word do? He explains the way…
As he went along, he saw a man who was blind from birth… John 9:1 How many times have I read this story? Numerous. But this time, oh, this time, the words seem to burst from the page with a soul-deep strength. Most of the healings that are recorded in the gospels start with someone…
It happened the way it always happens. Ever since, well, a long time ago. I walked in, looked around for a familiar face. Searching for the spot where I will feel the most special, the most loved, will laugh the most… Then the inevitable. “We have a place over here…” And once again I’m led…
I was working my way through barn chores when I began thinking about it again. I think I noticed it the first time I ever read the whole Bible through. It’s there, over and over again. Somehow it captured me and since then every time I see it in a passage- I underline it and…
It was going to be a scarf. That was the plan. Sometimes plans get changed. He walked in the room, that strong wonderful husband of mine, looked at the red yarn dangling from my hands, and said, “You’re making me an afghan?” Two seconds of silence beat through the room. My gaze focused on his…
This is the week of Thanksgiving. A holiday that I’ve been thinking a lot about this year. Well, at least the name. Thanksgiving. The act of eucharisteo. In many ways this year was different than the years before. This was a year of new perspectives. A year of wholeness. A year that deserves a bit…
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