There are moments in life that stay lit inside us—quiet embers that continue to glow long after we expect them to fade. One of those moments for me began not in a sanctuary or a family gathering, but in the marble halls of the Ohio Statehouse during Memory Day—a sacred annual rhythm where caregivers, advocates, and loved ones gather to honor the dignity and worth of those living with Alzheimer’s and dementia. It is a day where stories are offered like prayers, where grief and hope sit side by..
Sometimes it takes my breath away when I see the capacity for humankind to be unthinking, unkind and cruel to one another. Treating others with disregard and meanness..
Want to use these Abundant Aging blogs as a resource for individual reflection or small group discussion? Beginning with today’s blog, you will find questions at the..
Leading up to Christmas, did you, like me, wish for snow on Christmas morning? Could you picture the idyllic scene of the fresh white blanket covering everything in..
I was at my computer, minding my own business, when Lew walked by my desk carrying a Bible. Lew is my husband and we both worked at home. It wasn’t too unusual to see..
Within a week of starting a seminary internship in Minneapolis, I was packed into a van with a youth group on an adventure to Ghost Ranch, New Mexico. Going from the big..
This past July 4th, our son, daughter-in-law, and our grandchildren Isabell and Jami came for a visit. We had a lovely time going to the zoo, visiting the lake, and..
In the “olden” days, before all the electronic miracles that consume our lives today, there was a phenomenon that doesn’t exist today. It was utterly reliable,..
My wife and I learned to sing it at a General Synod meeting. It could be a good anthem for Advent. Portions of the lyrics are:
