Becky’s Blog

When Church Makes Us Cry

Sometimes church makes us cry. It did for Sadie (not her real name) on Sunday. The kids had finished their doughnuts and fellowship time when it happened (which means they had played air hockey and drew with markers and looked at books and begged me at least thirteen...

Anger, Out of the Closet

Last Sunday morning, I stood in my closet and got mad at my clothes. It was going to be a busy morning and I had a ton of things to keep track of. In a few hours I'd be standing before our large congregation, handing out acolyte crosses to our new fourth grade worship...

The Little Wise Person I Met on Vacation

Have you been listening to the news much lately? Sometimes when I take in the world with all its pain and division, with its screaming voices and tears, it's just too much. I start to wonder if it will ever get better- or if this is just the way it is now...if this is...

Dinosaurs, Rings, All Sorts of Blessings!

Who doesn't like to discover buried treasure? Or maybe treasure chucked over the fence and lying out in the open because the park we wanted to "bury" it in was locked shut for the night? If you're a kid moseying around any of three city playgrounds in Greenville,...

Before I Die… What Would You Write on the Wall?

Do you know of the Before I Die walls around the USA? I didn't until yesterday, when I tagged along with Todd on his business trip to Asheville. (What a great excuse to see the World's Most Fabulous Grandbaby- and spend the night away from my sweet yet murderous cat...

When Baptists Play Host for Ramadan

If you read my title and have the urge to say, "When pigs fly!" then you don't know my Baptist people. In these days when the American president refers to unauthorized immigrants-even gang members- as animals, when Israeli soldiers kill dozens of unarmed protesters,...

Twenty Kids, A Trail, and My Second Grade Hero

My friend Addison comes to a children's walk downtown prepared! "What a good idea," I said to her as we headed out of church to hit the trail, pointing to the toy binoculars around her neck. "Thanks," said the second grader, fingering a plastic lens. "It's in case I...

10 Things My Unkempt Yard Is Trying to Tell Me

Todd and I aren't really yard people. If you live on my street, this will not shock you. But we do like for our yard to be decently straight, not hazardous to children, and kind of pretty from a distance. So during the last month or so, I've been devoting at least one...

Tribute Night at the Children’s Hospital

I thought I knew what I was signing up for. I knew it would be sad. How could it be anything else, this annual tribute service at our local children’s hospital? Mamas and daddies and siblings and nurses and doctors would gather together in one room, and we’d call out...

Can a Band-Aid Be Holy?

When I took Josiah for a stroll around Asheville's nature center a week ago, I had no idea so much would happen to me. Who knew I'd commiserate with Sassy, a raccoon with a hair loss problem? And there was more. I didn't even tell you about my brush with the Holy,...

In Solidarity with Sassy: Revealing Our Truth

I'm sorry, Sassy the Raccoon, for bursting out in laughter at your unfortunate predicament. I looked all over your enclosure for you, not to ogle, I promise, but to cheer you on and raise a paw of support! As a woman in my early fifties, I feel your pain. I guess the...

Who Gets to Play?

“It was an AR 15,” Ben said as I lifted my suitcase onto my bed and started unpacking. Todd and I had just returned from a four day drive through Florida, passing ten miles from Parkland the day before the shooting. Ben had been watching the house, and the news,...

What To Do About All This Pain?

I love this photo. I took it outside a church in Bethlehem in Palestine last April, and it reminds me that God is God of all people, not just ones that write like we do and talk like we do and live like we do. It also reminds me that there are hurting people...

Why I Wear the Key

Sweet Grand Boy isn’t the only person curious about the key I sometimes wear around my neck. “What does it mean?” asked the tiny old lady in bright red lipstick as we both reached for the avocados in the produce aisle. “What does it mean?” “Your key,” she said,...

When Zip Gets Zapped

During the last week or so it seems all my zip got zapped. You too? I'd find myself at the end of the day staring at my phone, scrolling through Facebook and then Instagram and then my email, then Sudoku and then my crossword app, trying to feel fed, settled,...