In northwestern Pennsylvania, there is a small city and in that city there is a chapel. The chapel is old, made of gray stone with a spire and stained glass windows that are so ancient their paint began to run decades ago. The chapel was built by a man for his wife—he gave her a … Continue reading A Place in My Heart
Have you ever stood in a warm spring day closed your eyes feeling the breeze rush all around you like a cooling, friendly hug? Then feeling your toes-- do you feel your toes bending with the contour of grass-clad earth all soft and shiny smooth? Have you ever stopped mid-chew to notice singing notes of … Continue reading Have You Ever
Back when I was small And the black suits were tall, There were services that went on too long, First one man would preach And another would teach Then the people sang melancholy songs, While black suits would bear With quiet, solemn care Bread and juice up aisle and down.
This post comes out of a commitment I made to myself shortly after I started this blog. But to understand why, I need to tell you the beginning. I had sought to publish some short articles through Mennonite publications, but the lists of prerequisites of what is and is not okay to put in said … Continue reading Yes, I’m Mennonite, and Why That’s Not the Point
"Story" has become some sort of buzzword. You can Instagram your story, at least flickers of the highlights. You can buy a copy of The Story, a version of the Bible sold by Zondervan that tells the "continuing story of God and his people." As postmodern era people we've been told that truth is our narrative and … Continue reading Your Story
“Sin is not a mistake. A mistake is taking the wrong exit on the highway. A sin is treason against a Holy God. A mistake is a logical misstep. Sin lurks in our heart and grabs us by the throat to do its bidding.”
In December, I went with my school choir to sing in a woman’s correctional facility. We entered the red brick building, surrendered our licenses, got stamped, and walked through the metal detector. From there we were taken from one locked room to another and dumped out into a yard surrounded by high, barbed-wire-topped fences. Walking … Continue reading Home