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courage, humility, make a difference, service, sin / 12.10.2016

  Explaining our Christian faith to our inquisitive exchange student has been fun. We’re reading through the book of John, a few verses after dinner each evening. He was interested to learn that Jesus was a Jew. We explained that the Jewish people waited for their Messiah, their Savior, to come. Jesus arrived in humility, which is not what people expected. He came not to be an earthly ruler, but to offer another way – something more than earthly kingdoms can provide.   What does this have to do with foot washing?   We...

book review, giveaway, golden rule, make a difference, service / 17.04.2014

My family was cuddled in the living room watching TV when the doorbell rang. It was after dark, after bedtime really. We don’t typically get visitors at night, so the kids, intrigued, threw off their blankets and raced to the door.   It was quiet – no voices. My husband said, “I think it’s for you JJ.” I reluctantly got up,  leery of the silence.   Hanging on my door was an envelope with my name. When I opened it, I found a note to me from God.    "Dear JJ, You are loved. You...

giveaway, make a difference, service / 17.12.2013

My seventh grader has been giving me a hard time for about a year about recycling. I recycle most everything I can – boxes, cans, plastic. But I do tend to neglect the earth when I am busy. If I’m in a rush, I’ll toss a pile of papers in the nearby trash can rather than walk the three extra steps to the green bin in the garage. (How lazy am I?)    So my daughter got it in her head that it is wasteful to use paper napkins. She...

blessings, Jamaica, service, thirst / 01.08.2013

Last Wednesday I spoon fed a teenager. White rice, meat with sauce. She didn’t make eye contact.   The dust from the parched earth was easy to see on her deep brown skin.  She made raspberries with her lips like a baby every third bite or so - lucky for me she turned her head to the side first and aimed at the air, not my face.   I don’t know her name.   I don’t know where or when she was born.   I don’t know if her disability has a label.  But for one hour,...

kids, service / 05.10.2012

Innocence and optimism. She made bookmarks and pictures and went house to house hawkingthem for cash. After she hit up all the neighbors we know well, she set up shop in the driveway.   The money she made, all $3.16 of it, was placed in a fabulously decorated envelope and given to friends who have a son with special needs.  Little things. Making the difference. The time and determination put into a project that earned less than the amount of a latte could be interpreted as futile. But how much more...