Bending Towards

“I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.” Coco Chanel was a French fashion designer in the late-1800s, but her modern attitude is still en vogue and trending in 2019. And then there was the salty Eleanor Roosevelt, America’s feisty, four-term-first-lady, who once said, “You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how very seldom they do.” Her sentiment still rings true, and it still stings a little.Read more

Fragile and Tested

“I’m certain it wasn’t malicious…” I assured my husband while we cleaned up the kitchen after dinner.

I was recounting a meeting I’d had earlier in the day in which I’d left the conversation feeling small and discouraged.Read more

Who Rules the School?

My daughter is a ninth-grader in a public high school in Austin, TX, and this year’s incoming freshman class weighed in at around eleven-hundred students. Yes. That is one thousand + one hundred + freshmen. Whatever could go wrong with that many fourteen-year-olds? And yet… The principal of our school is a righteous man determined to make his corner of God’s kingdom look and feel like Eden, like a place where both the small and great have all they needRead more

Certain Worthless Men

But be careful, Moses said, because when you settle in, there will be “certain worthless men” who will slither into your cities and seduce you into having an affair with the local gods and goddesses who still remain in the land (Deuteronomy 13:12-18).Read more

Belly On Up to the Table

There’s a lot of weird stuff in the Bible. There are things one can’t explain, events that disturb, and stories that leave the reader with far more questions than answers. So how are we to make sense of all the odd and embarrassing stuff we encounter in the Bible, and then what are we to do with it? The first thing –  and this might seem terribly obvious – is to remember that the Bible was written to a particularRead more

Precious Smelly Things

I didn’t care how badly they smelled, or how many people thought I had medical-grade flatulence, or if kids held their freckled noses and pointed at me. No, nothing could persuade me to abandon my mission of reheated sprouts the next day. If I was going in, then they were coming with me.Read more