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Journey to Bethlehem

The woman winced. Again. Her breath took on a raggedness. Her words broke through clenched teeth. "How much farther?" "Not much, Woman." He'd been mentally referring to her as woman since he found out. It helped. The woman was pregnant. The woman had a special touch from God. He was not to abandon the woman. Woman was… Continue reading Journey to Bethlehem

Personal Journey

To You. From the Turkey

This Thanksgiving, stop. Halt the cooking, put your flour-dusted, pumpkin-splattered ear up to the knobby pink mountain of white meat and listen. As you scoop your third helping of baked marshmallows with a dab of sweet potatoes, and your nether regions fuse to the chair, take note. When your uncle walks in wearing a Make… Continue reading To You. From the Turkey

Personal Journey

The Things I Carry

"What's it like, being dead?" "...I don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading." - From Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried. This quote bowled me over. Not just because it's a fresh look at death, but because it captures my feelings. While I'm writing I Trespass, I'm "inside a… Continue reading The Things I Carry

Personal Journey

Luke’s Missions Trip 2017

Every summer since he was eight years old Luke's gone on a short-term missions trip to an Indian reservation. This particular missions trip is so physically exhausting that most people (myself included) can't hack it a second time around. Sleep deprivation, strenuous and sweltering construction, and mosquitoes of apocalyptic proportions are what you sign on… Continue reading Luke’s Missions Trip 2017

Personal Journey

Be the Gift You Want to Get in This World

Of all the people turned off by Christians, Gandhi is my favorite. Gandhi was perplexed that Jesus' followers were little crazed antitheses of Him, buzzing about the world scattering judgement like pollen, condemning, wearing the cross and forgetting its dictates. Though he was turned off by Christians, Gandhi didn't discount the Man himself. Imitation is… Continue reading Be the Gift You Want to Get in This World

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The One Feared is the One Revered

I don't want to be worshipped-- I want to terrify. My rival covets worship, but I've never been so inclined. You could say between the two of us, I'm the humble one. And between the two of us, I'm the one providing a service: I scare you, don't I? Scare you into looking before you… Continue reading The One Feared is the One Revered

Personal Journey

No Thanks, I’ll Do This Myself – Testimony Part II

I didn't kill her, of course.  I just moved my car into the spot as if she were invisible, which was hard to do because she was yelling her head off and waving her arms around like my own personal air marshal helping me park my plane.  That stick shift came in handy when I… Continue reading No Thanks, I’ll Do This Myself – Testimony Part II

Personal Journey

God Loves Even the Meanest Person – Testimony Part I

There was a time when I did not take God seriously.  But no matter.  He took me seriously. Of my early memories, this one stands out-- my husband and I at age 16 were climbing on a jungle gym, talking about the meaning of life, and blithely dismissing God's hand in parting the Red Sea… Continue reading God Loves Even the Meanest Person – Testimony Part I

Screwtape Still Speaks

What the Devil? Screwtape Talks Politics

After spending six weeks studying C.S. Lewis' The Screwtape Letters with my 5000 Words class, I feel like I know just what he would say... My Dear Wormwood, I am pleased to see you dabbling in politics. As even the most immature tempter knows, the passions that bubble up from the froth of political dissimilarity will… Continue reading What the Devil? Screwtape Talks Politics

Personal Journey

To The Woman I Rear-Ended Today,

The answer to your question, "What the hell is wrong with [me]?" is that I'm flawed, human.  Thankfully that obvious and inescapable fact no longer plagues me as it once did.  It used to be such a burden, trying to appear just so, to wear the masks of got-it-togetherness, brilliance, wit, savvy.  I never felt… Continue reading To The Woman I Rear-Ended Today,