Gideon Clash

Church gatherings begin in a variety of ways, some with an opening prayer, some with a song. Our community begins by welcoming guests and often includes raoucous family bantor peppered with humor. Recently, after welcoming guests, the greeter made a plea to join the Gideons International...

Red Cars

Its commonly believed that when you purchase a certain color car, such as a red car, all of a sudden you see a lot more red cars on the road.

This phenomenon also applies to more than just cars. Once our eyes have been opened to see a new truth, like a new car, its difficult to un-see it.

Cats

Excerpted from Becoming His Beloved: Journey into the Father's Affection.

I had no brothers and sisters growing up so dogs and cats became my first playmates. When I was seven or eight, we had neighbors who had a long white haired cat...

Giving Up

The last five days I have been weaning off of wheat, which is also known as withdrawal, I mean awful. With more fatigue than usual I have canceled appointments and, thank God, been called off work...

In Gratitude

I want to express my deep appreciation to those of you who have purchased Becoming His Beloved: Journey into the Father’s Affection. Your support means so much to me...

The Story of Beloved

I never thought I would write a book. In fact, I never thought of myself as a writer, but apparently I was writing stories at a young age. In fifth grade, I wrote a story about my teacher and called her “Mrs. Vegeburger.”

A Heritage of My Own

My friend Joyce and I have known each other since we were seven years old which makes her my oldest friend, not because she is really old, like 65 or anything, but rather because our relationship spans…well, a long time.

COMING SOON! Becoming His Beloved: Journey into the Father's Affection

I love to write. I love the process of discovering, tweaking, and editing words. Like an adoring mother, I check on every infant story like its a baby, inspecting it multiple times a day to gaze at it, straightening a word here, caressing a phrase there.  Putting my story baby down is so difficult, but stories, like babies, need to rest (or is it me who needs a nap?).

Sa-laam

Sometimes all it takes is one word to bridge a culture gap.

In my work as a nurse, I often ask my patients where they are from as a way to get to know them and put them at ease. I am often pleasantly surprised at what I learn....

The Accidental Lent

For the first thirty years of my life, all I new about Lent was a vegetarian dish that my grandmother made called Lenten Patties. No one knew what a Lenten was, or if they knew, no one ever said. Now that I have exited the church of my childhood, I realize why I didn’t know what a Lenten was. It had to do with the Catholic Church...

Tokens of His Love

Recently at a group I attend, a woman shared how much she used to pray.  She believed in the power of prayer, including what she called “parking lot” prayers.  Over time, however, she started feeling discouraged and stopped praying as much, including in parking lots.  Eventually, her faith was renewed and she began to pray again. During her prayer re-birth season, her family planned a whale-watching cruise off the coast of California...

Mind Your Manners!

I have a confession to make: I am a stickler for biblical context. Maybe it has to do with the first 30 years of my life spent in a denomination that used the Bible as a club or it might be the last 20 years spent among evangelicals, who accuse the cults of proof texting, but are not immune from succumbing to this error as well. Beware the rod in your own eye…

Sticks and Stones

“Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.” (Exodus 20:8) I can’t remember how many times this verse was drilled into my head as a child.  As the flagship verse for the denomination of my childhood, Sabbath keeping made us distinct from other Christians and ensured our salvation. The Sabbath gave us a sense of corporate pride, knowing that we alone “had the truth.” However, the underside of all this pride was a deep sense of fear...

The Lie of the Pothole

I must live on the roughest street in town. With giant potholes and multiple patches from water leaks, the road is in dire need of repair. Despite my foreknowledge of these pitfalls, I still find myself driving into one of these menaces. At these times, I shoot up an Anne Lamott prayer—“Help me, Jesus!” and hold my breath...

On Prayer

I have a confession to make: I am horrible at prayer.  Despite this weakness, I still keep trying. It is good to talk with God, to invite Him into my craziness. But I think prayer is more than just talking to God...

Bakin' Bacon

For Walter

Along with being a fitness expert, my daughter Katie has become a talented chef who is creating healthier versions of favorite family recipes. Recently, she tried a new recipe— Brussels Sprouts with Goat Cheese and Bacon, and was pleasantly surprised that she liked Brussels sprouts. The recipe sounded delicious so I purchased the ingredients and, after a workout with my daughter, I invited her home for dinner...

Happy New Year!

For Leslie

It’s January 2 and 2015 is upon us. It seems like the New Year just slipped in quietly “on little cat feet,” without a lot of fanfare. At least that is way it was for me. I wasn’t invited to any New Year’s Eve parties. (Thank God, because as an introvert, talking all those people would have been torture...

On a Bleak Mid-Winter’s Night

t was just one week ago that I wrote that I would be keeping Christmas. Despite all its pagan origins and the obvious fact that Jesus couldn’t have been born “on a bleak midwinter’s night” because the sheep would have frozen, I decided that there was merit in pondering the birth of Christ and the love that it took for God to give up his only Son in order to ransom you and me.