The problem is that we as a society can’t look up from our phones long enough to see the tears rolling down the cheeks of the lady we passed in the grocery store.
Over the past few days, I’ve been thinking about our heated political AND Church environment. While those of us who are followers of Christ should allow our faith to inform the full spectrum of our lives, we must accept that our individual walks don’t always lead us to the same places or conclusions. It’s partContinue reading “Reaching Across the Great Divide”
In a candid discussion on my Facebook wall about Black Panther, I was wondering something….why is it still ok to make fun of fat people? There’s an assumption fat people deserve it, can change it, and that how we look is “less than.” Especially for women. We champion gay rights, black lives matter, and theContinue reading “Do fat lives matter?”
“I’m not teaching you what to think; I’m teaching you how to think,” emphatically stated my professor in class after class. We got it—not what to think, how to think. His assignments—papers mostly—asked us to draw deep from the well of knowledge we gained and discover our own conclusions. In retrospect, it was one ofContinue reading “Silenced Press Equals Fractured Freedom”
As a child, I remember stapling together notebook paper with simple ink drawings, probably of animals, doing some sort of merry little thing together. My sixth grade language arts teaching told me I had a gift. I thought orchestrating soap opera quality plots with my Barbie dolls and playing, “Let’s pretend…” was just what weContinue reading “When I’m Wordless”
Today is World Mental Health Day-a day to raise awareness for the monsters of mental illness we who suffer battle every single day. It doesn’t make me less than. Or crazy. (Most of the time.) It makes me cleave to God all the more because I desperately need Him to function with the appearance ofContinue reading “Me versus Mental Illness”
There are huggers, semi-huggers, and non-huggers. I’m a semi-hugger, which means I hug with discretion. Non-huggers would rather not be touched at all and huggers, well, hug everyone and everything. Here’s what huggers need to understand—not everyone wants to be hugged.
Every day I wake up God gives me the same thing He gave me on April 23—life, precious life to be lived for Him. In the living, I will choose to be brave in the midst of fear and go forward even when I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
A huge kingdom in a faraway land, a beloved king with a beautiful daughter, and a handsome prince who is heir to the throne—the story has all the makings of a lovely fairy tale, yet it is a horror story. The kingdom was Israel under the rule of King David and the handsome prince wasContinue reading “The Desolate Woman: A Biblical Perspective on Rape”
And I can never, ever, ever be good enough to get that. No matter how many dogs I rescue and return to their owners, how many times I help out my elderly neighbors, or how many Bible studies I lead, I’m still carrying the curse of Adam and Eve.