It was a hot Sunday afternoon, too hot for spring. I try to nap on Sundays after church but I can’t sleep while the sun is up, though come to think of it I can barely sleep when the sun is down, so though I put on my pajamas and lie down in my bed…
repentance
Repent No More
Growing up in the church, I remember one of my Sunday school teachers demonstrating the word repentance by walking across the room, stopping abruptly, and turning around to walk back in the other direction. In my young mind, I figured that repentance was something that happened when you first believed in Jesus, and after that,…
No Bitter Root
A few Sundays ago, I sat in the church pew, holding the individualized, pre-packaged communion elements we’ve all grown accustomed to over the past year, and listened as one of my pastors fenced the table. Our pastors each do this a little differently, but there’s always a caution and an invitation to the believing as…