Eighteen years ago, my 49-year-old husband died, very suddenly, while he was traveling. December 9, 2004 is a date that can conjure up so many memories and emotions, even now. During Advent that year I settled in to wait for the coming of the Christ in a way I had never done before. I was deeply sad, overwrought, and yet I was moving each day closer to the celebration of Christmas and the birth of the hope of the world.
I have been to Bogota, Colombia three times. I went in February 1990, October 1993, and August 2009 but really, it all began, in 1988, when my husband and I decided to..
It started out as a thought - an unspoken idea: “An inquiry into the meaning of the words, ‘Spiritual Healing’”. It came out of my life as a psychologist where we..
In this season of Easter—yes, it is a season, not just one day—there are many stories which detail the ways in which the early disciples and followers of Jesus made..
My name is Lisa Thomas and I am the newest blogger on the block. I’m so excited to be a part of this blogging team, and when Beth asked me to write for the week after..
My son recently completed a master’s degree in social work. As usually happens, he found my knowledge of social concepts lacking. So, we began to discuss the concept of..
When he came near the place where the road goes down the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles..
When I was young, I knew most of the nooks and crannies of the Detroit Institute of Arts. Our family attended a large, downtown church and sometimes on Sunday afternoons..
When I arrived in church on February 27 there was a large vase of sunflowers in the front of the sanctuary. I took note of them and wondered, why sunflowers in winter?..
