I grew up in the 70s and 80s. My preschool days were filled with old school Sesame Street. You know, back before that cheerful little Elmo came along. Back when Cookie Monster gobbled cookies shamelessly, without worrying about carbs or gluten. Also on my preschool must-see-TV list — Romper Room. And since I was a…… Continue reading Who Is My Neighbor?
The End Times. I have spent a lot of years submerged in evangelical Christian culture. I never actually wore a t-shirt that said, “Get right or get left,” but I saw them. I read the popular books about the End Times. As a teenager, I saw the movie that was designed to terrify everyone…… Continue reading Are You Letting Your Love Grow Cold?
I’m going to be honest with you – the past couple years have been really disheartening for me as a believer and follower of Jesus. Not because of Jesus – no, Jesus is more dear to me now than ever before. As I get older and spend year after year getting to know Jesus better,…… Continue reading The Poor, The President, and the Bible
Have you seen that cartoon about Anxiety Girl? The one of a drawing of a girl in a superhero outfit captioned, “Anxiety Girl! Able to jump to the worst conclusion in a single bound!” I think it was drawn by an artist named Natalie Dee. Natalie totally gets me. I do that. I am Anxiety…… Continue reading Anxiety Girl
This summer, I was sitting in a dimly-lit barn late on a Tuesday night with a circle of 19 year olds. We were at 4-H camp, and my oldest daughter was across the circle. Each person was sharing what wisdom she would tell her younger self if she could. When it was Lauren’s turn, she…… Continue reading When Things Break
He is the vine and we are the branches. His banner over me is love. I’ve sung the chorus so many times. Sitting in a small circle with someone playing the guitar. Standing in front of a roomful of children at Vacation Bible School leading their sweet voices. Driving down the highway belting it out with…… Continue reading Help me. Help me. Help me. – What it means to abide in God
I have run from writing this blog post. I’ve written pieces of it in my private journal, and I’ve written it several times over inside my head. Mostly in the wee hours of the dark morning when my body wants more sleep but my brain won’t quiet down and cooperate. My self-preservation instinct tells me…… Continue reading Sharing from the Scabby Places