Maui
Some sacred spaces are easier to recognize than others. Some gifts are easier to accept than others. It’s March in Minneapolis. The cruelest month I think, although it vies with April. In March we...
View ArticleDance. Just for Today
I’m tired of significant and meaningful and reflective. I’m tired of seriousness and sin. I’m weary of North Korea, and Congo and terror in Boston. I want someone else to be responsible for today....
View ArticleWhen You Need Someone to Hold Hope for You
It was years ago now, when the doorbell rang and I dragged my weary, wounded self to open it, my eyes perpetually aching from tears that I could not seem to stop. I felt destroyed, demolished. As if a...
View ArticleFinding Your Own Walk
In the summertime I feel like a thirsty person at the end of a long run, standing in front of a gushing fire hydrant, mouth open wide to receive big gulps of sparkling, cold water as fast as I can. In...
View ArticleWater Beds and Jesus
Like a million years ago water beds were a thing. And we had one. Now don’t get all judgy. It was totally John, (THE PASTOR)’s fault. Before we got married, he had a friend who owned a water bed...
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