This morning, I wished I were a smoker.
It’s a strange thing to admit, but when I opened my eyes this Sunday morning, the first thought that popped into my head was, “I wish I smoked.” Being a pastor’s wife tests my spiritual character...
View ArticleThirty-Five (With thanks to my Chiropractor)
My chiropractor called this morning at 8:30am to wish me happy birthday. Or one of them did. The other one actually saw me later and gave me a miniature brownie with a candle after being seen. If being...
View ArticleI spent the morning with Death.
I spent the morning with Death. "Mummies of the World" will be on display at Discovery Place uptown until April 8, 2012. I’d been itching to get to the Discovery Place “Mummies of the World” exhibit...
View ArticleDon’t Burn the Ships if there are Babies On Board: Responding to Calling with...
Tonight I got an excited facebook message from a young leader at Renovatus Church asking for guidance about a project he feels passionate about. I love those kinds of emails. I love to see dreams...
View ArticleExpecto Patronum: the Deer as a Symbol of Christ
The conversion of St. Eustace I came home the first time this afternoon to two police cars in front of my house. A few moments and a loud knock later, an officer came to the door and informed me that...
View ArticleI am asking for a wall: an apologetic against texting
Three days ago, I received the most comments I have ever received on a facebook status update. The post was as follows: Dear entire world, please stop texting me. I hate texting. It is a way to avoid...
View ArticleHow to Pamper a Thief
The Enemy has always been an amazing source of inspiration for me. It’s true. I just downloaded the Rolling Stones’ “Sympathy for the Devil” as a soundtrack to get the tone just right in this post. You...
View ArticleThe Hand of the Tongue
“Death and life are in the hand of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.” Proverbs 18:21 (NAS) *** I like this translation of the proverb, the idea of an interchangeability, a...
View ArticleMy Life as a Beautiful Failure:Infertility and Ego
“What would you do even if you knew you would probably fail at it? What’s worth failing at?” My friend Jim Driscoll’s words rang in my ears like a grade school fire alarm. Whatever they had set off, my...
View ArticleHer Highness Descending:Thoughts from the 26th Floor
It’s moving day. My husband Jonathan and I had been wandering the not-quite wilderness of hipster domain in Charlotte for about four years while starting our church when we realized that a mid-century...
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