Faith that calls for pumpkin-esk patience
He looked at the field and laughed out loud. “I never noticed how funny looking pumpkins were,” he said.
He looked at the field and laughed out loud. “I never noticed how funny looking pumpkins were,” he said.
In the quiet of a Wednesday dusk, gathered around a candle and a table full of food, my friends and I accidentally found ourselves having church.
More than flavor, the way corn grows is perhaps what makes it stand out the most.
There are not many things more satisfying than picking produce off the vine or digging it out of the dirt and eating it still warm from the sun…
In this springtime of new life, may you have eyes to see the burdens you’ve become accustomed to that clutter your home, work, or heart, and may you be inspired to shed those things that no longer serve a purpose.
Instead of giving something up for Lent, I wanted to let something go. Letting go was an interesting journey…
Like many relationships, churches, lives, and so many other broken and often mistreated things, the redemption of this room took a little vision, hard work, and perseverance. I like to think that it also took time on our knees…
Over the next few weeks, let’s take advantage of the gift of
winter. Let’s savor the quiet. Let’s allow ourselves the luxury
of respite…