Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of Jesus, and Salome were up early. They hadn’t slept much anyway the past two nights–not after Friday when their beloved Jesus, incomprehensibly, had been disgraced and tortured to death on a Roman cross. Like a criminal. Like a curse. A mix of love and horror glued them to the scene, and now the image was burnt in their minds like a nightmare from which they couldn’t wake. Dreams were…March 29, 2021
Sometimes my prayer times are smooth streams. Words flow easily from my burdened mind to God’s throne, and I feel a real sense of the Holy Spirit.
Other times, my thoughts are as scattered as a class of preschoolers dismissed to recess. They’re everywhere, in no particular order, running in every direction, and jammed with distraction.September 21, 2020
I’m an expert at meditating, and I bet you are too.
Give me a fear, a woe, a problem, a worry, and my innate meditater will happily work overtime, trekking down path after (mostly dark) path in search of a hope or solution. Like Dr. Suess’s Sam I Am, I can meditate in a box, with a fox, in a house, with a mouse, here and there, EVERYWHERE!July 6, 2020
Dear Younger Women of our Church,
This world is not kind to you. It calls your Christianity narrow-minded, your biblical obedience brain-washed, and your church commitment old-fashioned. You are supposed to be gorgeous, accomplished, and successful all the time–not to mention present and mindful. By following Jesus, you swim against a swift and strong current, and we applaud you. You are doing a great job!May 25, 2020