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 →

My Psalm

How long? How many more days do I have to cry bitterly asking you how long? My heart is sick my hope is deferred my heart hopes for what I can't conjure. How long must I try to find a quiet place to get away from the constant strain of this yoke pulling me one... Continue Reading →

Evidence of the Resurrection

On Easter Sunday an unbelieving loved one sat with me in church while the gospel was heralded and the very doubts and questions he has were exposed. This of course has created some interesting conversations in the last couple days. Questions about evidence. He wants evidence of the resurrection. I know there are smarter people... Continue Reading →

Wakanda and the King of Kings

(image credit) I watched The Blank Panther with my boys tonight.  To be frank, I'm getting tired of super hero movies. There are only so many things you can blow up and survive being blown up by.  But I liked this movie, mostly because it wasn't over the top blowing stuff up. I work with... Continue Reading →

We weren’t meant to die

I'm sitting here on this lazyboy in my grandma's apartment watching her breath while she sleeps on the couch. The television is playing dvd's she's created over the years with pictures of all that's important to her- her family.  Hymns and songs of worship that help her feel God's pleasure fill the room.  They're songs... Continue Reading →

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