Junk or Treasure?
One person’s junk…goes the saying..someone’s else’s treasure.
Where life and Christian faith intersect
Easter Faith To You
The central event of Christianity is Jesus’ crucifixion at a place called Calvary, and his resurrection three days later. So what? many ask. There are three concepts that make sense to Christ-followers, but seem bizarre to those without faith: God is present in almost tangible ways in times of deepest …
In a Town Just Right
It’s been over a year, but “Where have you moved to?” people still ask. Next door to the country, say I. To a place God had waiting. In a town meant for living and loving it, not commerce. The bottom of our large backyard sits less than two hundred steps …
A Hard Lesson from Miss Enchanted
Our son-in-law has an unusual hobby for a preacher. He raises cattle. Simmental, if you please. And he had high hopes for Miss Enchanted, the newborn red heifer. He’d feed her well. Raise her strong. Train her to follow his lead so he could sell her at auction. The blaze-faced …
What Sign is at Your Gate?
Two dogs rambled with me on my morning walk today. Happy to be free, they romped alongside, sniffing every blessed thing—including large cats and small poles. The biggest, a young black lab, took one step for every four springy ones of his smaller companion—a curly-haired, oatmeal-colored reincarnated rubber ball, I …
Wrestling Furniture–Wrestling God
Tis a gift to be simple….tis a gift to be free, tis a gift to come down where we ought to be,” says the classic Shaker hymn. The Preacher and I have lived in numerous homes in our almost-35-year marriage. In each, it’s taken awhile to settle the furniture. Furniture, …
Here Comes the Son
We didn’t talk much on our long road trip last autumn, the Preacher and I. Just getting to the West Coast from our prairie home occupied us. A bittersweet task loomed at our final destination: helping my beloved elderly parents leave home. At their gracious house, my siblings and I …
Just Show the Card
I don’t know anyone with a personality like Cassie—or that’s what I’ll call her here. She’s honest as a daisy, winsome, direct—and highly persuasive. Cass could convince a rock musician to take up the harp, I think. My friend has developed a unique skill, for a woman—renovating her house. Out …
Follow God One Yes at a Time
I have a dangerous habit—late-night, in-bed reading. Some nights I’ve opened a book as one sort of person, and when I’ve gotten up the next morning, I’m an entirely different one. Why? Because God has used someone else’s words to convince me I’m not who I thought I was. Last …
The Day the Pot Arrived
God can run his own PR campaigns, but this time he piggybacked on someone else’s. I rarely catch colds, but every so often they catch me. My sniffles started during the night, followed by a series of tickles that constricted my throat and sent me dashing for water. The next …