Jesus was not white. I remember the moment I realized that. I was watching a documentary many years ago about archeological evidence supporting the Bible. They were taking the Shroud of Turin and, from it, reconstructing what the Son of God might have looked at. Now, I realize that the details of his appearance are … More On Truth and Shedding False Filters
There is a part of me that wants to tell 2019, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” Then again, so many good and wonderful things were mixed among the hard that I cannot just make a blanket judgement of the year. 2019 brought deep heartache and deep joy. It was marked … More 2020: Word for the Year
We are just days from Christmas and I watched one of our favorite movies, “The Nativity Story,” with my family last night. It has become a yearly tradition, and every year I cry in the moment that Jesus emerges from Mary’s womb while light from Heaven fills the cave. Joseph’s eyes nearly pop out of … More BE the Church
Kanye West got saved and the internet is on fire. It seems there are two major camps evaluating this news. There is the “Hallelujah, a prodigal has returned home! Let’s embrace him and watch God do what he does best!” Then there is the “Oh dear, his theology/motives/methodology makes me uncomfortable. He has given in/sold … More Out of the Box
When someone becomes a Christian, one of the many gifts they receive is that of Priest in the Kingdom of God. For me, as a woman, that sounds and feels a little weird, I’ll admit. But, nonetheless, it is true… …and made us a kingdom, priests to his God and Father, to him be glory … More R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
I took my dog for a walk this morning, noting the silver slug trails scribbled across the sidewalk. The light of dawn made them shimmer and become almost beautiful. For the first time in several weeks, I felt inspired to sit down and write. The flowers in the South are in full bloom, knockout roses … More Endings and beginnings.
It’s been a dream of mine for while, now, to get away to somewhere remote and just write. No noises. No distractions. Just for a couple of days. Because of the sweet generosity of my husband, who gifted me this very thing last Christmas, my bags are packed as I type. As soon as I … More Retreating