I am happy to say that my area has had a milder than average winter. Most of the highs have been near 40...
Essays
Perhaps Sliced Bread Isn’t the Best Thing
“It’s the best thing since sliced...
A Lesson in Forgiveness and Humility and Letting Go of a 35 Year Long Grudge
It’s been 35 years and I have finally forgiven...
What if Overthinking is Actually a Misinterpreted Yearning for Contemplation?
Life is exhausting for overthinkers. Every word we speak, every sentence we write, every action we take, every decision we make has to go through a three-part process....
Die Hard: How It Ultimately Shows Our Hunger for the Living God
It's that time of year - Christmas music in the air, the smell of pine filling the house, tenderly wrapping gifts for loved ones and arguing to the death over whether or not Die Hard is a Christmas movie. Behold, the indisputable proof: It’s a theme repeated over and...
A Not-So-Great Defense of King David
I recently read through a discussion on social media about King David. The argument being made was the very notion that the church would hold King David in any kind of esteem proved just how anti-woman and patriarchal the church is. He used his...
The Absolutely Mortifying Mortification of Absolution
I committed a sin that was particularly embarrassing for me. Whenever I commit a sin that is particularly embarrassing, I think of the early Christians who used to stand up and do their...
A Monarch Infestation
In the course of busy, we were interrupted by unexpected visitors. At the most, we tend to only find three or four Monarch caterpillars on our milkweed. This year, there were close to twenty. And a month early, to boot! They ate all but four branches of my milkweed...
Becoming a Haiku
Even as a child, I was fascinated with the concept of Haiku poetry. It seemed madness to me to take something as free-flowing and abandoned as writing from the heart and applying such Draconian restrictions to it as 5 syllables followed by 7 syllables and...
It’s Nice to be Back
I won’t go into all the reasons as to why I’d stayed away. Suffice it to say, the Church had always been my sanctuary from the world and then, last year, the world invaded my sanctuary. And so, befuddled and incensed, I stayed away....
God Designed the Foot, but Can He Be Trusted?
It is sometimes in the unexpected minutiae that we are surprised, once again, by the fact that God’s design works just fine without any human tinkering. I kept planning to start running again, but various obstacles kept coming up. Proving forever true the...
A Mended Tree Branch, a Butterfly Escapes with His Life and a Helicopter Seed Shower: A Story of a Martha Trying to be a Mary
I am a Martha but I’m trying harder to be a Mary. It’s so hard for me to not be a Martha. I like being productive. I love being productive. But after another recent face-off with death, I decided I don’t want my children remembering me as a...