I think fewer of us expect kindness today. Many of us expect more of the opposite, actually. We expect to hear unkind words, bullying in our schools, and hatefulness on the news and social media.
Where do you live and what community group do you attend?
My husband, Matt, and I just purchased our first home in West Bradford Township, so we’re a little northwest of West Chester. We currently attend the Mensers’ community group.
Where did you grow up?
I grew up in central Pennsylvania, about halfway between Harrisburg and State College, on a farm near Mifflintown in Juniata County. Most people have never heard of it since it’s such a rural area, but it was a great place to grow up and it still refreshes my soul to go back there. I’m still not sure that I’m used to the big city life here in bustling West Chester!
No wife is ever prepared to hear the words,“Your husband is dead,” but these were the words I heard on Wednesday morning, February 27. “How can this be?” I thought. We’d just enjoyed a normal morning: breakfast, fun with our granddaughter, and getting ready for the day. He can’t be gone. But he is.
“And Jesus stopped…” (Mark 10:49)
He was on His way to be crucified. He had just spent many hours answering question after question from those wanting direction: a rich man inquiring about what he must do to inherit eternal life; two of His disciples asking for the promise to sit on either side of Him in glory; countless other pleas for healing, help, and just a few minutes of His time.
I have a confession to make: I don’t use social media. I don’t tweet, post, snap, like, or live-stream. Cutting ties with social media was a choice I prayerfully made a few years ago in an effort to battle distraction, temptation, and time-wasting. However, I was still distracted because my smartphone was right at my fingertips ready to offer me streaming TV shows, news articles, games, google searches, sports scores, YouTube, and a host of…