I’m Wide Awake

Yes. I am about to talk about a Katy Perry song on a church blog. Turns out, the blue-haired, candy cane dress-wearin’, “popsicle”-melting pop artist has a spiritual life. And oddly enough (though I know we’ve lived very different lifestyles), I think we can relate to...

Hands & Knees Jesus

Have you ever been leaving the grocery store with a hefty sackful of goodies, praying it stays together just long enough for you to get to the car? But maybe it’s damp outside and your paper bag rips just enough so that your tender veggies and un-crunched bag of chips can no longer be saved. Or maybe the bag-boy with the un-finished high school education (God bless him) filled that thin, plastic sack to capacity and it just wouldn’t hold. I’ve been there! And of course, the groceries don’t spill out inconspicuously. It’s usually in the middle of the parking lot, where drivers must stop to wait on you, and...

Censoring Jesus

It was beautiful, the ever-changing vistas, the cool breeze, the very unexpected sunshine. It was a place that was instantly recognized as sacred. A holy place, made all the more transcendent because of whom I experienced it with. It was Ireland, and we were on a four-course, five-day golf marathon. It was exhilaratingly brutal. I won’t forget when my brother stepped up to the tee-box and crushed the ball with a near-perfect slice that was caught by the wind, exacerbating the ball’s problematic trajectory. It was lost. A curse rang out. The phrase wasn’t lost in the breeze that took the ball. It was clear. My father looked...

To Follow

If I said to you, “follow me”, wouldn’t you think we were going somewhere, maybe the two of us journeying together? And if someone said ‘follow me”, wouldn’t we assume one person is a kind of guide, and maybe that person already knows the way and wants...

Fasting

Four years ago, I lost a lot of weight. Our family was vacationing in northern Wisconsin and I brought several books to read; one was on fasting. We love Wisconsin even though it is a twenty-hour, two day drive each way. When we arrive we give ourselves permission to “unplug.” No TV,...

The Hands and Feet ....

He’s seventeen.  I’ve known about him for quite some time.  I sit on an HOA board in our neighborhood and have been painfully aware of the trouble he’s gotten himself into over the years.  It’s been no secret to a select few of us that this boy has not had an easy life.  A perfect...