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The Scripture I Love to Hate: How I Hope it is the Truth
Yes, there is a scripture I love to hate, and oh how I hope it is the truth. There are varying degrees of bad. Recently, my vandal sons, Sam age 5 and Charlie age 3 wrote all over the walls and carpet with a magic marker at my parents’ house. I informed them this act…
Read MoreThe Christian Burqa: Recent Disturbing Trend Cloaking Modern Believing Women in a Heavy Shroud
Modern day Christian women wearing burqas? Surely this is not true? The burqa is a full-body veil. The woman’s complete face and body are covered, and she is only able to see through a mesh screen over the eyes. It is most commonly worn in Afghanistan and Pakistan. Under the Taliban establishment in Afghanistan (1996–2001), its use was…
Read MoreChristian Living: You’re Doing It All Wrong, Here’s How to Fix It
I am a Christian, in the sense that I believe Jesus Christ is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. However, for the better part of my Christian walk I have been doing it wrong, living that is. We took a new foster placement two weeks ago today. She is a doll, although… she is…
Read MoreUncovered: How to Reveal My Identity in Christ
Who are you and what fresh hot mess are you into now? I imagined Christ, my redeemer asking me this often. I have been cleaning up my blog. I didn’t want to start one. I was forced into it. I have never had so much fun as I have had here on this page. Today…
Read MoreWhy Doesn’t God Answer Me?
Why aren’t my prayers answered? I am a lousy God. But here in the terrifying confines of my mind, I pretend I am He. It’s pathetic really. In my defense, I am very creative. I paint pictures on my frontal lobe that depict whimsy, romance, death, and destruction. Sunshine and rain. Joy and pain. Bert…
Read MoreGently Mommy Screams: The Wrong Words in Perfect Chorus
“Row, Row, Row your boat gently mommy screams!” If there is anything I love about mothering littles it is there obliteration of the English language. The vandals, our three and five-year-old sons, are champion demolition men, both in word and deed. From the their very own gender neutral pronoun, “herm” for he, she, his and…
Read MoreStinking Scared: The Smell of Fear
What does fear smell like? I imagine something comes to mind. Yesterday, the oldest vandal, our son Sam came stumbling from his bedroom. Sleepy hair stood on end, he yawned and scratched his bum. “Good morning Sam.” I chirped. “Mom,” he yawned. “What’s dat smell I smell wook like?” The smell he smelled looked like blueberry muffins,…
Read MoreStop the Gloom and Doom! Expecting Jesus to be Jesus
Stop the Gloom and Doom! Expecting Jesus to be Jesus Our daughter Sophie expects good things. When she was about 4, we went on a family vacation to Colorado. While on the grand camping adventure, we took a detour, and rode a train, The Narrow Gauge, through the mountains from Durango to Silverton. As the locomotive chugged up the…
Read MoreThe Dementia Gospel: Remembering My Identity In Christ
My husband and I made a terrible mistake. We had what some might call a brain burp or a brain-urism. Our identity, the core of “us” was lost. We forgot who we are, we neglected our calling. Justin and I are older… well, I am 45-years-old and Justin is 48. We have 4 biological children. The…
Read MoreTo the Intolerant Jesus Squad, Choir Preachers, Fish Mongers, Toe Tappers, Hand Raisers, and Praise Posse: Play Nice
Be nice… Be not… intolerant. Play nice. Look out for the little guy. Sit with the lonely… Feed the hungry. Care for the sick and suffering. These are the things I told my children. Recently, I overheard the vandals, our 3 and 5-year-old sons, discussing niceness from the kitchen. Charlie explained to Sam, “I haf to…
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