Sacred Tears

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Early one morning last week I checked Facebook and saw this status: “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” — Washington Irving I had [...]

If We Have Not Love …

I don’t usually write posts like this, and I’ll probably make some people mad, but … here goes. These words of love and compassion from Shane Claiborne still ring in my ears as I grieve over the tragedy in Haiti. “God intends for the church to be the hands and feet of Jesus in today’s [...]

You Can’t Wear Those Shoes to Church

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Author and blogger Anne Jackson recently asked her readers the following question: If you could ask any question … about poverty, injustice, and how the church should respond … what would you ask? (read Anne’s post): I commented on Anne’s blog with three questions — not particularly smart, poignant or profound questions, but they nag [...]

First Week in October, Part 3

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One of the last photos taken of my Dad; Jim took it in the backyard of the house I grew up in, probably in late May 1993; they were cooking on the grill, which is why the dishtowel is slung over his shoulder. The most important thing my Daddy taught me: grace The Oxford American [...]

First Week in October, Part 2

This is my Daddy giving me my diploma at my high school graduation. He was president of the school board at that time and it just worked out so he could do that. And, yes, I know my hair is bad and that the white sandals are very bad, especially with the tan pantyhose.

This is my Daddy giving me my diploma at my high school graduation. He was president of the school board at that time and it just worked out so he could do that. And, yes, I know my hair is bad and that the white sandals are very bad, especially with the tan pantyhose. So [...]