Disappearing Lines and Broken Dreams
Would two lines appear?
I sat and waited.
Years scrolled by. Trash cans filled with negatives. . .
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Is God on Vacation?
Tensions continue to rise across the western hemisphere as COVID-19 cases mount and protests result in terrifying riots.
. . . political commentators slam each other with verbal sledgehammers on a nightly basis. Republicans and Democrats have, perhaps, never been more polarized. Social media platforms are aflame with rhetoric that betrays our collective ignorance to the truth.
Yet where is God in all of this? Is Jesus out on vacation?
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As a White Woman
As a white woman, I cannot know exactly what my black brothers and sisters have gone through and are currently enduring. I never can honestly say, “I know what that feels like” or “I fully understand”.
Case in point: . . .
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He Is Good
Are you carrying a heavy weight on your shoulders today? Worries, fears, and anxieties tend to build up like a 60Ib military rucksack. The dead weight can crash down onto our hearts in the morning and smack us in the brain at evening.
Perhaps the burgeoning news of the COVID-19 (coronavirus) pandemic has led you into downright panic?
You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. . . .
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Our Church and COVID-19
As of last night, twelve confirmed cases of COVID-19 (a coronavirus) are reported in Michigan. While these small numbers may seem to pose little threat to us, national and international data points toward a growing, long-term risk of infection.
The elderly and medically fragile are especially among those for whom we must all exercise great caution. After much prayer, research, discussion with medical professionals, and consultation with other area pastors, the following represents our goals and action steps for this coming weekend of mission conference sessions and worship services. However, this is a fluid situation. We will provide updates as necessary. . . .
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I’m Always Thinking…
On hot summer days, I’d sit on the floor at my Aunt Donna’s house and listen as she played the piano and wrote music or go to my grandma’s house to spend the night, and wake up to the pungent scent of Folgers in the morning. But then another part of me thinks about the hard stuff . . .
