Does God Change His/Her Mind? Should We?

Does God Change His/Her Mind? Should We?

“Does God ever change his mind?” a child asked me. “I’m wondering what you think about that,” I said. “And what is making you ask that good question.” “Well I’ve been reading these Bible stories- by myself, you know- and DO PEOPLE KNOW WHAT’S IN THERE? There’s a lot...
The Problem with Nails

The Problem with Nails

On the children’s hall, we’re in our Eastertide stories now, the stories of what happened after the resurrection- the surprise appearances of a Jesus who would not leave his people, not until they were ready. I love the word Eastertide. It sounds like Easter break at...
My Crazy New York Weekend with Baby Jesus in My Purse

My Crazy New York Weekend with Baby Jesus in My Purse

What was I thinking? An introvert like me, trading the hairbrush in my purse for a Baby Jesus, turning our family spring break trip to the Big Apple into some kind of weird religious experiment! “I get it, Mom,” said my 17 year old son as I packed my suitcase and he...
My Weird New Project and How I’d Love Your Help

My Weird New Project and How I’d Love Your Help

I HAVE A NEW IDEA THAT I’M EXCITED ABOUT AND IT’S OH SO WEIRD! AND IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE STRANGEST THING I’VE EVER PUT IN MY SUITCASE! AND MY TEENAGER IS BEGGING ME TO RECONSIDER AND IS WONDERING IF THIS PROJECT MEANS THAT I’M GOING...
Easter Questions at the Alteration Shop

Easter Questions at the Alteration Shop

On Wednesday morning, Todd went to see Sheila at her alterations shop. I’ve changed Sheila’s name but she’s a real person, a country woman with steel strong hands from years of wrestling difficult zippers and forcing sharp needles through tough upholstery fabrics....
Facing Easter After Tragedy

Facing Easter After Tragedy

We ran our errands Saturday morning, and as we drove through our neighborhood, I realized that Todd had been on a business trip and didn’t know the tragic events that happened in our corner of Greenville, midday Friday. Just a mile and a half from our house, Officer...