We are in the midst of Holy Week. The week that Christians around the world observe to remember and celebrate the death and resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
This past Sunday, many of our churches may have highlighted Jesus’ triumphal entry. That moment in history when he made his final pilgrimage to Jerusalem, humbly riding on the back of a donkey. As he did, many of the people along the route spontaneously threw down palm branches and cried: “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.”
I am well acquainted with this part of the story. But yesterday, as I was reading my Bible, something less familiar jumped out at me. It comes right after Jesus has passed through the crowds and is approaching Jerusalem. As he looks down over the city- knowing what will ultimately transpire in the coming days – he begins to weep. Not for himself, but for the people who will ultimately reject him and his gift of Salvation.
Recently, I had the cumbersome task of returning some ridiculously heavy tables to our church storage shed. I had borrowed them for a garage sale the week before, and was finally able to bring them back. My neighbor kindly helped me lift the hefty metal monsters into my mini-van and then I headed down the road alone.
Unorganized as usual, I hadn’t bothered to call ahead to let anyone know I was coming. I just assumed someone at the church might be available to help me unload my hefty cargo. Half way down the road, however, I thought I should probably ask the Lord to provide some assistance. Continue reading
It’s been awhile since I’ve written a blog. Life has been a bit of a blur, and to be honest, I just haven’t made the time to sit down to write. But in light of the many accounts of sexual abuse allegations that have blown up the Internet, news organizations and social media platforms alike – Matt Lauer being the latest in a long list of high-profile people accused – I thought it might be worth taking a few minutes to put some thoughts on paper.
First, to the brave women (and men) who have been victimized and have found the courage to speak out and share what has happened to you – THANK YOU! Thank you for facing your pain and maybe your fear and for sharing your stories. Thank you for bringing attention (i.e. shining light) onto an issue that has festered and flourished in the darkness for far too long.
Your voice matters! You. Matter.
In Luke 12:2-3 we read: “There is nothing covered up that will not be revealed, and hidden that will not be known. Accordingly, whatever you have said in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have whispered in the inner rooms will be proclaimed upon the housetops.”
Things done in darkness will eventually be exposed. At some point, we will ALL be held accountable for our actions. A day of reckoning will come. Continue reading
I woke up feeling utterly exhausted. I had barely slept. My almost 4-year old daughter was up multiple times in the night, crying out from the darkness, pleading for someone to come and rescue her. Her little body was urging her to get up to go to the bathroom, but her slumber weary mind seemed powerless to actually help her complete the task.
Experience had taught me that if I waited too long to respond, I’d be changing sheets in the dark, and doing extra loads of soil-stained laundry in the morning. So I groggily willed myself out of bed and answered her persistent calls of distress. Continue reading
As I have browsed online articles, and scrolled through my Facebook news-feed over the past few days, I couldn’t help but notice an overwhelming sense of fear, anxiety, frustration, anger and in some cases, hopelessness, reflected back at me. Tensions are high right now.
Transitions are hard. It’s especially hard, if you aren’t a fan of the changes unfolding around you.
As I was thinking about this, a scripture popped into my mind. John 14:27 says, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” Continue reading
The other day when I was looking online for some home décor items, I ran across a cute sign with the phrase: “Be the kind of woman who when your feet hit the floor each morning the Devil says, Oh Crap, She’s Up!”
I didn’t buy the sign, but the phrase has stuck with me. I think it’s because it speaks to the heart of who I WANT to be. Unfortunately, it’s not always the way that I actually live my life. I can get derailed so easily. Continue reading
Dear Fellow American Christians,
Let me start out by saying, I have never written anything about politics. Quite honestly, I never thought that I would. This has been very intentional. You see, I don’t EVER want differences in political views/opinions to be a reason that someone gets turned away from the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Because, in my humble opinion, relationship with Jesus is the ONE thing that I think is worth putting my name/reputation on the line for.
Let me be the first to admit, that I haven’t always been a shining example of what a Christian should be. I am so human (i.e. flawed). But one thing I do know is that Jesus came to reconcile people like me (sinners) to God. Continue reading
This past weekend my family embarked on a spontaneous excursion to Interstate State Park. It was a gorgeous, 70-degree October day in Minnesota. The sun was shining bright in the blue cloud-streaked sky. Red, orange and yellow leaves were just starting to dot the dominantly green landscape.
My husband, Chad, and I agreed that we couldn’t waste this opportunity to get out and explore with our three kids. After-all, picture perfect autumn days can be sporadic in the land of 10,000 snow-fLAKES
So we packed our little crew into our mini-van and drove the 52 miles to get to Taylor’s Falls Minnesota. Continue reading
Last week, I had a conversation with someone in passing that left me feeling incredibly frustrated. It actually sparked my last blog post (read here). This brief interaction left me questioning myself and my abilities.
Now I’m sure that the person that I spoke to probably had NO IDEA how I was feeling. And let me be clear, they did absolutely nothing wrong! The topic of our conversation didn’t even deal with me directly.
But for some reason, our little chat left me feeling overlooked. Passed over. Rejected..
Ever been there? Continue reading
I have been traveling through life, navigating a winding road of what feels like never-ending transitions…
Graduating from College.
Starting Graduate studies and a ministry internship.
Marrying the man of my dreams. (Sigh)
Graduating from Seminary.
Starting my first professional ministry job. (YAY!)
Becoming a mom for the first time.
Being a working mom.
Becoming a mom again!
Choosing to stay home with my kiddos.
Becoming a mom AGAIN!!!
Sending the first kid to school (mom tears up a bit)
Sending the second kid to school (mom does the happy dance!)
Feeling pulled and called into something more… but what?!
And yet… maybe this restless angst is the beginning of something new.
I guess that’s what life is. It’s a series of new experiences. It’s learning how to live in and through these new experiences until they are no longer new. And then repeating the process over and over and over again. Continue reading