It’s the holiday season, which means tables filled with turkey, stuffing, ham, mashed potatoes with gravy, cranberries and pumpkin pie. Oh, and let’s not forget heaping sides of criticism, cattiness and unresolved conflict. Hail, hail; the dysfunctional gang’s all here!
I know what it is to be haunted by the Ghost of Holidays Past. I’ve washed down my Thanksgiving turkey with salty (more…)
Therefore I exhort you, be imitators of me.—1 Corinthians 4:16
I never looked like anyone in my birth family. My mother had medium brown hair, dark skin and blue eyes; my sister was blond, blue-eyed and big-boned; then there was tiny little black-haired, green-eyed me. “You must be adopted,” I heard more than once—from extended family members, no less.
In fact, everything about (more…)
A year ago on my first mission trip to Alaska, I led a little girl named Jennifer to Christ. This summer I served on the other side of the city, where Jennifer had happened to move after I left last year, and she found me. Though she seemed solid in her faith, she had a vexing question common among even more
I can sit here today and issue a generic statement about how all of us occasionally feel betrayed by people to whom we have shown kindness. Yes, we all eventually are slapped in the face by people we’ve trusted. But today it’s personal, and the past few days have been a struggle for me.
I have felt violated and confused, and my (more…)
First, I have to apologize for my brief hiatus. My full-time gig as a writer keeps me pretty busy. By the end of a normal day, I often have few words left to speak, let alone write. Add the upcoming wedding of a son to the mix, and you have one thinly stretched woman. Unfortunately, all this stretching has not added an (more…)