Because the small things matter

There was a moment the world seemed to feel bigger and smaller at the same time. Bigger, in that we seemed to be on our own, our great big country with its big ideas and advancements enjoying the American dream. Smaller, in that we didn’t have immediate access to the rest of the world. Technology changed that. Reporters appear on screen live from Russia offering commentary on our recent election. Sporting events are telecast...

All she wanted was peace and quiet

Mama’s whisper was the level of most folks regular voice. There was no whispers from her in church that everyone around didn’t hear. With people in and out of our house, laughter and activity always around, and all mama wanted was peace and quiet. At the end of the day, she wanted to sit in her chair in the corner of her living room and read the newspaper. There is...

Is God only good when we are spared from tragedy?

  It seems every town will have its moment of tragedy. We know them by name: Newtown, Columbine, VA Tech and now our town that lives in the shadow of Miami made headlines last week as a lone gunman opened fire in the baggage terminal of our airport. Ten days before, we’d made several trips to that airport picking up family for the holidays. It’s a relatively small airport for...

Can peace be found in this noisy world?

Calvin’s is maturity. Matt’s is perseverance. Richard said his word is “love….love for myself” and I think that might be the bravest love any of us can have. It was in our New Year’s Eve worship and we spoke about one word to be a focus for our new year. We just spoke a minute or two, a simple suggestion but after we said the Lord’s Prayer together a few...

Rescued and Redeemed

  I saw his grizzled face, breadcrumbs around his dry mouth, as he offered a smile that looked genuinely happy to see me. I returned the smile that probably showed more concern than joy. He didn’t look well, not like the last time I saw him. He was much thinner, unkempt, but his eyes eager to be seen, to be welcomed ‘home’. He’s not the only one I’ve seen worse...

More than a good story

Please to have my friend, Janice, share her thoughts on Advent with us today. She’s a sometimes-but-rarely blogger and an everyday, all-the-time, servant of Jesus Christ. I’m grateful to call her friend. Advent. It truly is my favorite season of the year. I love a lot of things about Christmas but it’s the celebration of Advent I look forward to each year. I love the preparation of our church, our...

Advent ignores the urgency of now and says ‘Wait’

We can’t wait for the oven to preheat to 350* and then more time to bake so we microwave. Why spend time writing a note inside a card, finding a stamp and sending off in the mail knowing it will take days when we can email now? We have 24-hour news services where we can get information from anywhere now. My impatience grows sitting at red lights or with drivers...

The battered and smudged angel

A glance across the room at the shelf lined with colorful figures depicting the nativity, a star-fashioned vine, an old bottle brush tree, I noticed my angel, the one given by a dear friend that is set out every year reminding me of her and proclaiming “REJOICE” is smudged. She looks like she’s been belted right in the eye and is sporting quite the shiner. An angel with a black...

Wait for it…..

Welcoming my young friend, Jaime, today. Her words are wise beyond her years and her heart is always open to take in one more soul. Thanks, Jaime, for sharing Advent with us. Advent. It’s that beautiful part of life where the world shines and sparkles and everything is decorated. Well, usually. A few years ago I was responsible for programs and activities at a sort of drop-in cafe for homeless...