And if it is true that when one part suffers all the parts suffer, then our words and our actions and treatments ought to be slung over our shoulders with all the respect of a an honorable weight…to be carried inside the walls of The Church, up onto its platforms, and out of our lips, God help us. Like a solider knows the sacredness of self-sacrifice and duty and this is why he must carry himself so. Because a weight is not the same as a burden. Continue reading The Body of Christ Needs Women. Women Who Go Forth and Go Out.
I found this coin when I was 10 years old. I was camping about an hour east of Seattle, deep in the mountains, and as I walked barefoot through the camp sites I suddenly felt something underneath my feet that … Continue reading I Collect Dead, Dying Things. I Collect Brokenness.
We live in a world overcome with images. But mostly, we carry these images inside of us, always comparing, because searching for an identity is the core of what it means to be human.
If God has called you to it. Do it.
There is a cost for every choice. And what you sacrifice or willingly offer up either wounds your soul or else repairs it. Because you are not just flesh and bone and blood pumping through veins. You are spirit. You are soul. You are deeply and irrevocably eternal.
I have heard the voices say, there is no love for you. And long have I leaned into those lies, and soaked in the evil of all those words. Continue reading “Still He Stays: A Response to Fathers Day”
Lean in and listen close. God can and wants to redeem your broken childhood. I spent the better part of my life living in fear, shame, self doubt, and neglect. From the outside, everything seemed pretty ok. But when the … Continue reading How God Redeems Our Broken Childhoods
Winter 2018 has been super heartbreaking in a lot of ways. Someone I love is addicted to drugs, and watching them lose everything and waste away has been tragic in ways so deep I’m not sure there are words to … Continue reading When People You Love Fall Apart
Today was Sunday, and like so many other Sundays I spent my morning thinking about and preparing for church. I have been to church almost every Sunday of my life. Some of the seats I’ve sat in, I’ve loved. Some, … Continue reading Why Church Matters- Part 1