Marking Storms and Making Choices

Fourteen years ago this week, I’m working at a local high school as a sign language interpreter. It’s morning and the bell rings to end the first class of the day. I gather my bag just as the student I interpret for motions that she’ll meet me in the...

For Your Weekend

May I listen before I speak, walk before I run, and stop making quick assumptions. May I keep pace with the rhythm of small things and offer the gift of with-ness without hesitation, expectation, or regret. Enjoy your weekend, friends. Here are some good reads for...

The Sacred Work of Sitting

The peonies bloomed last week, the sharpest white you can imagine with surprising color inside, like someone couldn’t resist trying out the  bright pink marker on that easy white canvas. I was out of town when they came full out, teasing with their friendliness....

One Thing Jesus Never Taught

Sometimes you read something and it makes you think for days and days. Those words by Andrew Murray from With Christ in the School of Prayer is one of those somethings for me.

What They Will Remember

Yesterday I spent a few hours in the southern Indiana town where I grew up. I came alone to do some thinking and some remembering. Some things you just need to get out of your system. As I pulled into town, every intersection had a landmark I recognized but a street...