A poem for Christmas.
It is Saturday, not yet noon, when the doorbell rings. Jehovah’s Witnesses. They come by every other month or so, always catching me off-guard—dressed in my yoga pants to clean, or midway through cooking up a weekend brunch. They come in pairs, or threes, wearing suits and ties, dresses and patent leather shoes, bright smiles... Continue Reading →
It's been a year since I got to join my husband on his first field trip to England. He's just gone again and returned, and of course, this meant pulling out old pictures and reminiscing (not at all jealous!) One of the funny moments we still laugh about was an afternoon in Oxford when we... Continue Reading →
"I have never seen much point in getting heavy with stupid people or Jesus freaks, just as long as they don't bother me. In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to... Continue Reading →
For if you love those who love you, what reward will you have? Don’t even the tax collectors do the same? And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing out of the ordinary? Don’t even the Gentiles do the same? (Matthew 5:46-47, HCSB) I'm hurt, and if I’m honest, I’m angry. Sad... Continue Reading →
So Jesus had a knack for asking questions that threw people a little off-balance. Questions that provoke anger, exposing his enemies, questions that stick in a person's head and poke, like irritants introduced to an oyster. Eventually, over time, maybe that irritant will produce a pearl. As many smart people have observed, Jesus asked way... Continue Reading →