Her heart squeezed tight as she stepped out of the silver Honda after the six hour drive. She stretched her legs and willed her heart to stretch too, but felt the familiar anxiety pinch it tight. She was a newlywed…
Just this last month, the Gross’ family adopted a new zipcode, driving through the mountains of five states and landing in northern GA. You too friend? Have you moved and are still reeling a bit? Or do you live with a chronic…
Candles flickered on the Passover table, sending long shadows bouncing around the room. Scattered across the table the unleavened bread crumbs, bitter herbs, figs piled high wine in goblets half-drunk, salt water, eggs and the lamb. God’s faithfulness remembered and retold,…
You know the moment. A crowded city square and you are walking through the cafe. In front of you is a woman sitting at a small marble table, fork suspended, looking beyond you and to the right with this big,…
It wasn’t until she chucked the seventh time yesterday that I thought to reach for the healing oil. (Aren’t you glad you are reading here today?) And now I can feel it, the guilty mom/priest feeling rising up. Yes, I’m…
We’ve been studying this book and learning from the five thresholds a person goes through to faith. Today? Openess to change. (And beware: Two kids sick, no time to edit. This should be fun. No seriously… kind of like when…
From Henri Nouwen: “The literal translation of the words ‘pray always’ is ‘come to rest.’ The Greek word for rest is hesychia, and hesychasm is the term which refers to the spirituality of the desert. A hesychast is a…
Hi Friends! In “I Once Was Lost” (the evangelism book I wish I had 10 years ago, Christianity Today’s review here) Don Everts and Doug Schaupp, two Intervarsity staffers, teach us about five thresholds an unbelieving friend walks through on their…
She walked down the aisle shining, her heart naked, shimmering, luminous… and he, forgetting to wait, forgetting to stand still…mesmerized, walked out to greet her. The universe is not kind this side of Eden and it makes cripples of all…
There were a few years around college I couldn’t stomach Paul. He had been thrown into my face too many times. And I couldn’t hear the Old Testament without questions about God’s goodness staring at me. But, Jesus? I was…