Why I need the Church

This morning I stood in my kitchen trying to force myself to think on what it means that Christ is risen when I'm angry with my son. I stood there waiting for the french press coffee to sit a minute before stirring, thinking, "Christ has risen. It's Easter, Sheila. That's what your entire faith rests... Continue Reading →

Remember the mystery

There's a handmade wooden sign in the hallway leading to my bedroom with these words in black: " And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” - Matthew 28:20 I walk by that sign daily and don't give it a thought, but the other day I stopped and read it over and over. I considered whether... Continue Reading →

Words, walls, and the winning way of Jesus

In the days after the November 3rd election, I scrolled through my Twitter and Facebook feeds, reading posts from people with crosses, fish symbols and scripture references in their taglines, that left me grieved. They used words like, "go to hell,” held up their Bibles, guns, favored-candidate's flag, and accused other Christians on social media... Continue Reading →

For the Challies

Yesterday while scrolling through Twitter I read the heartbreaking news from Tim Challies about the loss of his son. Along with many other bloggers today who have been encouraged by Tim, I am praying for Tim and his family. Father, hear our cries for the Challies. Surround them. Hold them close. Send your people to... Continue Reading →

What’s your hope?

Photo by Myicahel Tamburini on Pexels.com Despair. That's the word that comes to mind when I hear the news stories of late. This morning, while I was getting ready to go to church, my husband sat at the kitchen table shaking his head. The news story about the two L.A. police officers, shot while they... Continue Reading →

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