This week, I was going to write about my current lectionary kick, but I got derailed by the cover-girls. I certainly didn’t mean to. When I first saw this week’s cover of Time Magazine, my impulse was to ignore the whole thing. I felt that Time was trying far too hard to shock (and thereby sell more magazines) but had nothing terribly new or helpful to say about parenting. Just a fight in a box – or, in this case, in a flimsy glossy magazine.
My Bible study group was in a state of shock…”Did you hear it?” some asked. “Hear what?” others questioned. “Did you hear them actually say ‘good Samaritan on the radio?”
On Sunday our congregation began a new ministry! After the service was over, we all went outside to gather near our new garden boxes that […]
Again we read Jesus’ call to stay close to the Father. Then, he pushes things much farther. This isn’t about an individual abiding in God – this is about everyone.
A very long time ago I called my two pre-teen daughters into the bedroom and sat them down on each side of me. I looked very serious and they looked at me quizzically…obviously I had something important to say.
Here I am at Crieff again. This time I am attending a Guidance Conference, a retreat to help students discern whether they might be called […]
Live at home in God, as God lives at home in you. The parallel structure and sheer familiarity of that last line may make it wash over you, but don’t let it. Read it again.
The last time I decided to change my TV provider I came close to having a nervous breakdown. I am not electronically minded and changing light bulbs is about the limit of my expertise.
This winter-that-wasn’t seems to be hanging around an awfully long time. After some warm April days that felt like summer, gardeners like me have been […]
I added a new book to my library this week, and thought I should share it. So first, I took it to church yesterday to share with the children. It was a good fit with Earth Day, and also a nice lead-in to some community gardening work that we’re hoping to do later in the spring. But I want to share it with you, too, because it is an excellent resource and a great story to boot.
I stand at the back of the church and look at the faces I have loved for so many years. I will still love them, but no longer will I meet with them, laugh with them and sing with them every Thursday night. I have handed in my resignation to choir.
The road to Emmaus again. Sometimes, I think the church never leaves that road. We are forever walking away from Christ crucified and buried, only to be met again by the Risen Lord and called back into community.
I sat beside a lady in the doctor’s office this week. We both had our noses buried in books, knowing it would be at least a half hour before we were called. (It was actually a full hour.) Across the room sat two teenagers. Their faces were glued to their cell phones. I have never seen such concentration!
I think it’s safe to say that most of us plan ahead. Some of you reading this will already have a summer vacation planned. Some […]
On my Easter weekend, I created homemade bombs. Yes, right there in my kitchen, with some ingredients I had on hand, I concocted small packets […]
This passage bridges a week from the first evening of the good news into the future of the church. It’s a glossed-over, hazy week, like the first week with a newborn. You can imagine the awe and wonder, wondering and fear, perhaps. Joy.
I just burned four dozen cookies. I quickly dumped them in a plastic bag and hauled them to the garbage container outside. Oh yes, you can no longer see them but you can sure smell them.
Palm Sunday. The beginning of Holy Week – the week that saw a fickle crowd shout, “Hosanna!” on Day 1, and five days later, “Crucify!” […]
I love labyrinths. They come in all shapes and sizes, both ancient and modern, and have a rich global history. Walking the labyrinth is a […]
The week begins and we see the end of Lent. This week is the centre of our faith story, the middle of everything. Yesterday, we sang hosannas loud and clear. Kim from Nova Scotia has a little daughter who was delighted by the parade of Palm Sunday at their church yesterday. She described like this: