I watched the sun set from 30,000 feet on a Sunday last month. I was sitting on the front row only because it was a tiny plane with maybe thirty souls on board. Not only does the front row of those planes not mean first class, but there is also no overhead compartment for those…
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He Gives What He Demands
When I was growing up, my parents often used the book of Proverbs as devotional material for our family Bible reading. Conveniently, we used the day of the month to choose the corresponding chapter and we’d each read a verse, going round and round in a circle in our living room at 7 a.m. with…
Bootstrapping is Folly
Many years ago, I visited a Sunday school class at a church where the conversation revolved around what the Christian life should look like. The consensus seemed to think that soldiering through life without acknowledging struggles or burdening other people was the right and noble way to follow Jesus. Stoically. Quietly. Solitarily. It was the…
The Unbelief in My Belief
My husband and I start and end our days the same way: walking loops through our neighborhood, discussing first what we think the day will be like, and later, how it actually went. My husband waves at absolutely everyone and will strike up a conversation with anyone within yelling distance. I wasn’t surprised, then, when…
The Onliest Way
I get stuck sometimes when I talk about Jesus to people who don’t know Him. Well, let me back that up a little and be frank. I get stuck sometimes when I think about talking about Jesus to people who don’t know Him. When I’m standing on the sidewalk in front of my house and…
At the End of the If
I left my house today. It was just for an hour and just for a quick two-minute drive to my husband’s empty office at our empty church building so I could have a quiet conversation with a podcaster via Zoom. But, it was odd to leave, even after just a few days of social distancing….
Of Love, Sacrifice, and Toilet Paper
I didn’t buy toilet paper. I bought six pounds of rice and seven pounds of dried beans. I bought bouillon cubes and a couple extra sacks of flour. I stood at the grocery store and surveyed what was in the carts of other shoppers as I contemplated how far I could make ten cans of…
Way Down at the Bottom of the Cross
A few weeks ago at church, we sang the old hymn, “Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross.” I’ve always liked that one because the reprise is essentially a plea to remember the gospel every day until we see Jesus face to face. In the cross, in the cross/be my glory ever/’til my ransomed soul shall…
No Silver Bullet
Every Thursday, my friend Dora comes over for lunch and accountability. We catch up on life, talk about what God is teaching us, and confess our sins to one another. Our pastors are preaching through the book of Galatians this fall, and Dora and I find ourselves coming back to the sermon on Galatians 5:16-26…
We Don’t Need What We Think We Need
I sat in the optometrist’s office with a searing headache behind my eyes. That’s partly why I was there. The more pressing reason was that I couldn’t see very well. Everything had gone foggy a week before. No matter how I tried to blink the fog away, it clouded my vision as though I were…