by Viannella H. Have you seen the news lately? Any news? It doesn’t matter if you’ve seen one television channel versus another, or read one newspaper versus another, or seen the social media posts and emails. One thing is certain: there is a lot of hurt right now. Unfortunately, hurting is not new. [...]
by Judy B. This has been a busy few months. We moved at the end of July to a house under renovation. The boys and I are still sharing a bathroom and didn't have a kitchen sink until about a week ago. None of the doors have knobs. The garage is full of tile and wallboard and all kinds of rubble. We are digging out of the mess, and are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel--but it has been an all-consuming project. [...]
by Claire Schreiber This past week has pushed me around and tested me in ways I have never experienced. Stress from my classes, exams, living situation, friendships, internship opportunities, faith, the government, you name it, have dominated my thoughts for the past seven days. I’ve cried and screamed and cried some more as one responsibility or assignment was piled on top of all the others and my sleep deprived self wasn’t emotionally or physically able to handle it. I only got through by prioritizing tasks, buckling down, and working on things till they were finished, only allowing a few moments to hold my head in my hands before moving on to the next thing. I also just had to accept that some things were just not going to come together and get done. [...]
by Nancy P.
I always thank my God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus.
1 Corinthians 1:4We don’t know a lot about the people to whom Paul was writing in the city of Corinth. However, we do know that the people struggled sometimes with getting along with each other. [...]
by Seán Kane Recently I have been theorizing on an idea that struck me a couple of Fridays ago, and no it wasn’t a stray halibut, it’s not Lent again (I hope). You see, every day I receive three separate linguistic digest notifications on my phone in three different languages, one that I know pretty well (Irish), one that I hardly know at all but am fascinated by (Finnish), and one that I am presently learning for a variety of reasons, mostly relating to the future (Bulgarian). On that Friday the Bulgarian Word of the Day was “съществуващ (sushtestvuuvasht)”, which translates into English as “existing”. What struck me the most, besides the length of the word in Bulgarian, was the fact that this word, this concept, is grammatically an adjective. [...]
by Kelly B. I sit across the table from you, glancing half-interested at the menu. The waitress asks if you want a second beer, and you say yes. No, just water for me, thank you. You keep showing me some app on your phone, some secure Wi-Fi thing, I don’t know. I don’t really get how those things work, but I listen anyway. You show me how you can log onto some network in Italy. See? You shove the phone in my face. I see. Yes. Very cool, I guess. [...]
by Michelle B. Do you remember the Sesame Street song, “Who are the People in your Neighborhood?" Who are the people in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? In your neigh-bor-hood? Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood? The people that you meet when you’re walking down the street. The people that you meet each day. [...]
by Diana S. There are moments God gives us as reminders that there is so much more to this life and world than our morning routine, commute, chores, evening routine. Habit gets us through our day, but wears a path of familiarity that is not easy to be jolted out of. Throw in a constant state of political controversy, and it is easy to hunker down into routine to find comfort and peace of mind. Sometimes it takes a dose of wonder to snap us out of it. [...]
by Peggy D. In the midst of a what seems like chaos and destruction we receive a moment of grace. We hear of disease, war, and hatred, and we must take minute to live for that glimpse of divinity. [...]
by Brandon P. I didn’t notice until it was over. And when I finally become aware of it the symptoms returned. It was an oasis. Or the eye of the hurricane. A parting of the clouds to let the warm sun through. For a few moments everything was still. I had been a ball of anxiety the entire trip. Maybe I was hiding it well, maybe I wasn’t. Regardless, even though we were in Paris, on vacation, and even though I wasn’t working, and even though I had literally nothing to worry about, my mind was racing and I simply couldn’t relax. [...]
by Mary Z. Several months ago Holly said in her sermon that we need to support each other not only…
by John J. When my older son was about 5 or 6 months old, I remember a moment when I was feeding him cereal in the kitchen. At one point, between bites, he lifted his hand and touched his thumb to each one of the fingers. He was fascinated by his ability to control his fingers and I was fascinated at watching him make the connection. [...]