As a kid, I spent most summers anticipating the week I would spend at summer camp. Those five or six days that would be filled with exploring the wilderness, meeting new friends, and often reconnecting with old ones. Many of my fondest memories are not of the activities themselves but of the people who made them meaningful.
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Red and yellow and pink and green, purple and orange and blue. I can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow too. Listen with your eyes. Listen with your ears...
The theme for this series of blogs is “color.” I choose white!
I have blue eyes and, with a little help from my hairdresser, blond hair. My husband John has brown eyes and a little bit of grayish brown hair on the sides. Like many..
The view from my window for about the past week has been white—snow-covered. I guess, really, it’s been grey; grey skies, grey light, grey trees. Grey. But, this storm..
I had never planned on going into the ministry when I graduated from college in 1953. As a matter of fact, I didn’t have much of a plan for my future at all. In those..
It is amazing how much we relate and respond to, interact with and use colors. Long ago I heard about research that showed that churches with blue carpet gave more money..
Clergy life in December feels like one of those Facebook memes that say “if you know, you know.” First there is the obvious additional pressure of leading worship during..
At eleven-thirty p.m. on New Year’s Eve, Dad began to prepare. He helps Mom to gently ease off the pretty Wittnauer wristwatch he gave her for their anniversary. He..
