Merry Christmas! It has been a joy to write here each day during this advent season. Thanks for joining me! I plan to take a short break and then post a couple of times weekly until mid-February. Perhaps, we'll start a new daily journey for the Lenten season? We'll see:) Until then, I pray that… Continue reading Rejoice!
What began as a gloriously impossible birth became a gloriously impossible life. The One heralded by the prophets became the Living Voice to a deaf world. The One whose crib was an animal feeding trough became Living Bread for the hungry. The One who was worshipped by kings and angels now became a Living Hope… Continue reading Love With Skin On
Sometimes people may wonder what the birth of one baby two thousand years ago has to do with our frantic lives in the 21st century. We read the daily headlines and feel a disconnect between our day to day realities and the meaning of Christmas. The phrase Peace on Earth rings hollow when wars and conflicts rage… Continue reading Peace On Earth
I must have listened to Aretha sing Joy to the World a dozen times yesterday. It brought me to my feet, brought me back to life, and reminded me of a time when a much less glorious version of that Christmas song brought someone else to life. We were caroling at a nursing home - just a… Continue reading Hope
Covid-19 has changed our lives in big and small ways. For those who have lost loved ones, their lives will never be the same. Others who have been infected with the virus recover but may struggle for weeks and months afterward to regain their health. Some have been hit hard economically and struggle to pay… Continue reading The Wrap-Around God
I met Gertrude in a dingy tenement thirty-seven years ago, and I remember her still. I remember how she wore her hair and how she talked, but mostly I remember the sad, desolate look in her eyes. Gertrude was a prostitute and an addict. Her drug-dealer/pimp/boyfriend held court in a corner of the room, doing… Continue reading The Treasure
We huddle over a small table in a dimly lit room - an American pastor, a Malagasy pastor, and me, a woman with no title. Like the two men on either side of me, I am a follower of Jesus. This is what has brought us together in this place that feels like the middle… Continue reading A Clash of WorldViews
I trudge slowly up the mountain to the church. Most of Antananarivo, Madagascar, hangs precariously off the side of one mountain or another. I'm not quite sure how the buildings stay vertical, but this church is literally built on solid rock. They tell me that when they bought this small piece of property, it was… Continue reading Perspective
Where are you finding Jesus in the middle of this pandemic? What do you hear him saying? And where do you sense Him leading in the year ahead? These were the questions that kicked off an online gathering of Ancient Path's board of directors last night. We didn't want to talk about finances or programs… Continue reading Inwardness
Composer Frederick Delius once said that music is the outburst of the soul. An outburst, as in eruption, explosion, rush, gale, flood, torrent, outflowing, a welling up. I've been listening to such musical soul-exploding outbursts for the last couple of days. Since Spotify Wrapped 2020 named Yodel Beat from the Trolls World Tour as my top song for… Continue reading Outburst
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