Right before I went into the Labor and Delivery Room, my brother Mark texted me this message, “Remember this is a sacred moment. Open your heart and take this in.” And then, I walked into the room where my daughter-in-law Yoly was in labor. My son Tim and Yoly’s mother Wanda gave me a hug, I kissed Yoly’s forehead and we waited for the contractions to do their work to dilate the cervix.
Love… a simple word but such a staggeringly complex idea to put into action. As we approach the fourth Sunday in Advent when we will light the candle of love, let’s..
My memories of childhood Christmases blur together. Each year was much the same: the whole family trimming the tree, my brother and I decorating Christmas cookies, and..
When I went to seminary in my forties, I learned the pure pleasure and joy of studying scripture with my heart wide open. I read the familiar passages, and I surely..
It is often said that a contented person is the one who finds joy in the small, little, simple things of life.
Imagine my chagrin. In my high school days (oh my – that was over 70 years ago!) I thought I invented a word.
While sacrifice is often portrayed as something grand, I believe it doesn’t have to be. I've come to see it as a quieter concept, rooted in the small, everyday choices..
I wasn’t expecting to lose anything. It was the summer before I started high school and as far as I was concerned, life was normal but with an edge of excitement that..
This past summer, my husband John and I left our suburban Cleveland home to visit John’s sister Mary and her husband Joe in the small college town of Goshen, Indiana...
Words from one of our blog writers define unbelonging as times when one feels left out, judged, or totally different. My story may illustrate how that works.
