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This passage holds significance to me and my fellow Shrine Mont campers. One of the songs in our canon is “Me and Andrew,” which tells this story of Jesus naming his first disciples. As campers, we felt the potency of these words, even if we didn’t entirely understand...
My terrier Oliver is a little guy. He’s pretty sturdy—he carries himself like a wrestler. He has a mouth on him, too. But even so, I feel the weight of love and the responsibility to keep him healthy and out of harm’s way. I keep Oliver under the shad….(View...
I love the imagery here, suggesting a concerned parent who must save a beloved child from drowning. It has a palpable urgency. By his saving grace, God reaches for us in the moments we most need a rescue from the crashing waves and riptides. My depressive...
Brené Brown researches and writes about vulnerability and shame. She talks about the importance of reaching beyond canned responses when our neighbor is in pain or anguish. That stinks…But it could always be worse, right? Many of us are uncomfortable with...
I can’t help but feel angry that the other disciples struggle in disbelief about the message these women share. Jesus foretells his death and resurrection, so hearing from these women that it has happened shouldn’t be perceived as an “idle tale.” These women have...
In place of “Their delight is in the law of the Lord” writer Stephen Mitchell adapts the phrase to: “They delight in the way things are.” I don’t particularly like rules or being told what to do, but I deeply identify with delighting in the way things...
Once upon a time, I was an admissions counselor for my college alma mater. I knew my school was a special place, but I sometimes struggled with trying to convince others to participate in a community so dear to my heart. The possibility of rejection was...
I am stunned by the faith of the “good” thief in this passage, the tenderness of his plea. In the darkest hour of his life comes this aching, dying wish. And I’m humbled by the poignancy of Jesus’ radical welcome, even as he faces his own death. I happened to be...
I’ve told myself this lie many times since moving from Richmond, Virginia, to Seattle, Washington. No one cares for me. I don’t have my family of origin, or the friends I know from grade school, college, or summer camp. I don’t have all my warm acquaintances from old...
The holy mandate of loving the stranger is dear to my heart. I see clearly how it applies to immigrants and refugees, as well as the underserved and hungry in our communities. But I think it’s much harder to live this in the more ordinary moments of our...
