The title of today's post may be a little misleading. If I'd tried for something more accurate, it would have looked like this: An issue I care about, a sporting event I don't, and practical ways we can all pray about it. But that isn't quite as catchy, is it? Titles aren't the important thing, … Continue reading Sex Trafficking, The Super Bowl, & You
Category: Ponderings
My Heart Is Where My Treasure Lies
"Don't store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be." -Matt. … Continue reading My Heart Is Where My Treasure Lies
Movie Review: “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?”
“When I say it's you I like, I'm talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that … Continue reading Movie Review: “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?”
I Am Weak, But Thou Art Strong
"When I try, I fail. When I trust, He succeeds." -Corrie Ten Boom I often feel overwhelmed by my own shortcomings. They crop up at every turn of life like stumbling blocks. Then I fall flat on my face and wonder why God doesn't answer my prayers to make me a better person already. Usually, … Continue reading I Am Weak, But Thou Art Strong
Metaphors & Mountaintops
The Word gave life to everything that was created, and his life brought light to everyone. The light shines in darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it. John 1:4-5 Light is a metaphor. Not just in the gospel of John, either. I am convinced that God created light, separating it from the darkness (Genesis … Continue reading Metaphors & Mountaintops
The Lost Art of Letter Writing
“Then letters came in but three times a week: indeed, in some places in Scotland where I have stayed when I was a girl, the post came in but once a month;—but letters were letters then; and we made great prizes of them, and read them and studied them like books. Now the post comes … Continue reading The Lost Art of Letter Writing
My heart is full of unwashed socks, my soul is full of gunk
A no-brainer preface to all of this: White supremacists/Nazis/Klansmen/etc., are the wickedest of wicked people. Their actions and beliefs are evil and despicable in the sight of God. No ifs. No ands. No buts. I refuse to dignify their beliefs by devoting any further thoughts or words to them. Issue 1: Pride, arrogance, and statues. … Continue reading My heart is full of unwashed socks, my soul is full of gunk