What if playing in our Bibles, if drawing, adding in bits and pieces of paper, taping in a page for more room, was not defacing something sacred but appreciating it? What if taking time to engage and play in and sit with the Word in a way that makes it personal and stirs something in us could be worship?
I saw a headline recently that read, “Clinton got it right when she called them deplorables, and she was being polite.” And my first response was, “And God still loves those people. They are not deplorable to Him.”
The Weight of Memory is a book you fall into and enjoy the opportunity to swim around and get immersed in. Here's to a writer that does not shy away from hard questions and keeps you hooked from beginning to end.
There is a part of most of us that wants to know more about where our grandparents came from. Some wonder what ancestor made what fateful voyage to bring our family to America. We all came from somewhere else (except the Indigenous population) and how we managed to get here can be a mystery to... Continue Reading →
What does a citizen of the Potawatomi Nation and a member of the Progressive Christian movement have to say to the mainstream church? A lot actually. If we are willing to listen to those we are so used to disregarding.
We are quick to love people through some things. We can believe to a point and have hope until we are disappointed again. We will endure if we feel the payoff is worth it. But Paul calls us to a kind of love that stays in the ring in all things.
I thought this book would bring these women to life, perhaps (finally) giving them a voice versus allowing us only to behold them through the lens of a man. Alas, it is not even her words that are being held up, but a man’s view of her (both in the write-up and the poems themselves).
Many of the attributes of a healthy church are the attributes of a cult-like church only severely twisted, which is why we have to be discerning and know the Bible for ourselves.
I was given the chance to advance read From Burned Out to Beloved by Bethany Dearborn Hiser. Friends, let me simply say this book was water on my weary soul.