memories
I was looking for pictures to use for a blog project and I stumbled across these gems. Can you recognize these now mostly grown Village kids?? :)
Protest Injustice by Turning to God & Pray
Just a few days ago, protesters and police clashed in downtown Tucson. I just heard about today (Saturday) and my heart sank because this took place where I live, and with people who are members of my community, I have no idea if I know anyone involved or a witness. This event is a disgusting travesty. Yet it is both understandable and commonplace, and so very preventable. I believe…
The life of Bentley
I decided to make a facebook page called the life of Bentley. The purpose of the page is to share stories of Bentley and share podcasts and articles and videos as they relate to Down syndrome. I don't think you have to be my friend on fb to follow this page- if you do - then let me know and I'll fix it. I wanted a space to share…
Time still cheats
Like a scab that's been picked Time and time again This place is sensitive The tears won't end Leaving and going It's too much to bear Almost would be better If you were never here Instead of a callous Blood still weeps Instead of being easier Time still cheats Gone and going Life still lives Come and coming Love still gives
Community Part 3
The disciples had everything in common. They were in fellowship together. Fellowship is a weird word. Think about the passage with me for a minute - when we talk about having all things in common, that doesn’t mean that members of the early church could walk into Peter’s house and say, “Hey the Lord has need of your television. Give it to me because we have all things in…
Can I get two minutes?
I am shocked and horrified at what I'm seeing in the news and social media. I don't have a Facebook right now (deactivated about a year ago) and I don't have twitter or that other big social media site I can't remember the name. I recently signed up for instagram but I still don't really know how to use it. However, sometimes I cheat and sign into my hubbies Facebook…
Self-Control as the Last Moral Apologetic
A few days back I posted a quote (and link) from NT Wright which said (roughly) that "All of the fruit of the Spirit can be counterfeited by happy, healthy young people, save one - self-control."I've been thinking about that a lot over these days. And I've been thinking that there is another truism in our cultural context: "All of the fruit of the Spirit have a counterfeit…
accepting my broken identity
peeling, flaking, rubbing, shedding. the old is gone and is going. the new has come and is coming. this was my prayer tonight. my new creationness is ongoing and it's messy. messy and embarrassing. i feel acutely how this cracking, splitting, broken, old hull still clings annoyingly to my new self. ugh why can't i just be rid of it? why doesn't it just fall off for good? sounds…
Poem, Marvelous Distractions
I wrote this a few years ago. I find it interesting that the same things that I sometimes use to numb out/distract myself are also the things that unexpectedly occasionally touch my heart. Marvelous Distractions Give me a cup of tea," she said, "I need a cup of tea. Something to sip the day away, Warmth to comfort my frozen heart." "Give me a book to read," she…
Being Sent: Re-post from my blog
In Mark 16:14 we find our selves smack dab in the middle of the Great commission. Jesus has appeared to a few people, but as a collective the disciples are doubtful of his Resurrection. In verse 14, Jesus appears to the eleven 14Afterward he appeared to the eleven themselves as they were reclining at table, and he rebuked them for their unbelief and hardness of heart, because they had…
A Kodiak Christmas….
Hey village family, Our journey has taken us even more northward to our boat in Alaska. We are roughing it, so to speak, living in a 6x6 galley while we build our spacious 10x12 room on the back of the boat. The project isn't without it's unforeseen problems and unforeseen joys. problem: boat starter just fried....we need this to move the boat to fill up water tanks and fill…
When the phone doesn’t ring…
Every day the phone rang. Sometimes a day or two might slip by without it ringing, but for the most part it rang every day. Sometimes it rang several times a day. I couldn't or wouldn't always answer because I was in a meeting or counseling someone or cooking dinner or any of a myriad of other reasons. Sometimes I just wasn't in the mood to answer. I'd be…