I have a question. Have you ever, in the moment, prayed earnestly and then, over days, drifted to more dribble prayers? I wonder if God is not moved by our inconsistency in remembering what we ask for. This is just a meandering of mine for Monday. Because I placed my earbud in a location I forgot about — I began to look for it when I missed it. Because I looked in all the rememberable…
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This is Christ’s body and blood given for you. I serve as a Sunday morning greeter at my local church. This role also involves serving communion, which in our faith expression is served to the congregation as they come up to be served one at a time—a walk-through line. Although I am relatively new at this, as is often the case in volunteer work, being one step ahead in experience puts you in a position…
4 CommentsWe have all experienced the pain of losing someone we hold dear—our choices about how and what we remember become significant in these moments. The power of our memory serves as a bridge, allowing us to delve deeper into our understanding of those we’ve lost, even in their absence. As believers, we hold onto the faith and expectation that we will one day reunite with them. I often liken these acts of remembrance to carve…
3 CommentsThat’s A Lot The urban dictionary defines the phrase that’s a lot as a situation in which the observer is overwhelmed by visual stimulation, smells, sounds, or anything pertaining to excess action. This time last year, I heard this phrase spoken to me as others learned that within a period of six weeks: I can agree now when I read it all in one place almost a year later. A lot was going on. When I was…
3 CommentsThe details of the day are long forgotten. What I can remember was the utter overwhelm. That day, I was drowning at home with five young children under seven. I made it through the morning, but by early afternoon, in desperation, I picked up the wall phone and dialed an older friend’s number. I don’t know what I was looking for or hoping for. I just needed to hear a voice. I needed a lifeline.…
2 CommentsRecently, I attended my husband’s 50th high school reunion. Reunions come packaged with all sorts of anticipation mixed with anxiety. It wasn’t my reunion, so I was looking forward as an observer, seeing a slice of Gary’s life I hadn’t seen yet. At the Friday night mixer, a classmate in recognition rushed up to Gary. Within minutes, the stories poured out of her life. Her husband died two years earlier, a severe illness still plagued…
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