I am a mom of three. I still remember being stunned by how much work it was to give birth. There is a reason they call it labor. As a Hospice Chaplain, I observed the same thing about death. It too was a struggle. Both birth and death became similar to me. Both took longer… Continue reading This Struggle
We call the Saturday before Easter Holy Saturday. I believe it is the most excruciatingly painful day in the Christian year. It is a day of grim reality. It is a day of harsh loss...after the death, after the divorce, after the worst news you can imagine. Nothing is fixed. Nothing is better. Only silence… Continue reading This Day
Sunday I attended worship with a broken heart. I was ripped apart like you were by all the awful news after a weekend of gun violence in our nation. One of the young couples killed in El Paso were related to our friends. They left behind three babies. Another person killed was the daughter of… Continue reading Imagine a Backpack
On Saturday I was on a mother daughter trip to Napa, California. It was a beautiful, sunny, just right temperature day. Seventeen moms, daughters, sisters and friends were toasting life on a hill overlooking the valley. The lush green landscape was covered with flowers, hummingbirds and grapevines. Several of the daughters were celebrating turning thirty… Continue reading Sad Laughter…A Tribute to Rachel Held Evans
Early in my ministry I had books of canned sermon illustrations. You could look up any topic and find a story, joke or charming anecdote. For example, JOY: Jesus and Moses were playing golf.... Thank God I rid myself of all those books. They were terrible. Thank God I learned real life was richer, fuller,… Continue reading joy.
