Let me explain about L'Abri. Not, I mean to say, about L'Abri the place, nor about Francis Schaeffer's obsession with knickers, nor Edith Schaeffer's tireless (I'm tired just thinking about it) hospitality—but about how the idea of L'Abri has fired up my imagination and intersected with my life in interesting ways. Growing up in an... Continue Reading →
The Hub's Article! You can read my thoughts about this season here on the blog (search the tags for sabbatical) but here are my husband's reflections from a pastor's perspective. Love him!
Sixth grade class play. Sitting on the dusty stage, gazing across at the little red-headed boy. Who knew a heart could swell so big? Little kids and country singers know the secret of grand dreams, great loves, and gargantuan disappointments. You have to live with your whole heart. I have been learning again lately about... Continue Reading →
There's something about packing that really brings home the big truths about life: I do not need that many shoes. I have bottles of cardamom, turmeric, and coriander that I have used maybe once but that have been occupying space in my little cabinet for a whole lotta years. And I really do not plan... Continue Reading →
sabbatical 1645, "of or suitable for the Sabbath," from L. sabbaticus, from Gk. sabbatikos "of the Sabbath" (see Sabbath). Meaning "a year's absence granted to researchers" (originally one year in seven, to university professors) first recorded 1886 (the thing itself is attested from1880, at Harvard), related to sabbatical year (1599) in Mosaic law, the seventh... Continue Reading →