“I was true to myself, so I walk away a winner!” I hear this blather on the reality TV shows I can’t seem to get enough of, mostly of the cooking and island sort. Contestants say this right after they’ve been told it’s time to snuff their torch, or pack their knives, turn in their aprons, or whatever the show of choice uses to indicate YOU LOST! [Read more…]
As the mother of three young adults in their twenties, I find myself thrust into the memory of my own twenties often—and against my will, I might add [Read more…]
Today, my quiet time took me to Philemon, that tiny, little-studied book of the Bible Paul wrote to Philemon, his “beloved co-worker” on behalf of his slave, Onesimus. Lately, I’ve been writing down the scripture I read because my brain just won’t stop and focus on a single thought or task on its own, and I have to trick it into paying attention. Believe me, it’s not because I’m some spiritual powerhouse in my quiet time. Writing it down, however, slowed my thinking and led me to a funny thought. Paul’s writing style, in his old age, became more like Marie Barone (Everybody Loves Raymond) than the style of his earlier writings.
A friend of mine recently shared her thoughts upon giving a cast iron skillet as a wedding gift. Words are not her thing, even though her thoughts were quite clear, so she asked me to help her put those thoughts into words for the young bride and groom. Together we managed to compile a [Read more…]