Having Today’s Needed Grace

Today, as yesterday, I needed grace. Lots. Of. It. Not just a trickle of patience and favor, but drenching downpours. My human nature has a default setting of irritability, impatience, and self-centered entitlement. I'm often in need of more nourishment and rest, which cranks up my crankiness factor. In my rough-edged…

0 Comments

4 Keys to Cultivating Grace

As crises and horrors abound in today's news reports, tensions have escalated to record highs. The world trends are barreling past stress toward hysteria, and we must choose whether to join the craziness or become part of the solution. We can stand against the tide by adopting grace as our modus…

0 Comments

Cultivating Grace, Not Just Saying It

The ballerina pirouettes until stilled in her partner's embrace. With his support, she leaps toward heaven and floats to the stage. As the curtain swings to a close, she rushes in front of her partner to blow kisses at her fans. The audience acclaims her as graceful, flinging roses at her…

0 Comments

Up in Linked Arms

"Put on heartfelt compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience, accepting one another and forgiving one another if anyone has a complaint against another. Just as the Lord has forgiven you, so you must also forgive. Above all, put on love—the perfect bond of unity" (Colossians 3:12-14). Genocide ravages our eastern neighbors. Oppression…

0 Comments

Rooftop Saints

I don't venture up onto my roof often. In fact, I only brave that weak-kneed climb if no one else volunteers to help with an annual task. My core tightens as I wobble those initial steps. After I reach the center and grip onto an anchoring structure, my lungs relax for a full…

1 Comment

The Servant’s Lesson

I prayed about whether to attend the conference. A dream rolled a motorcycle to my porch. The director rapped on the front door. "We've got work to do." Along the winding road to the summit, I anticipated a supportive role during the conference. I woke with a chuckle about the motorcycle…

0 Comments

Hold your Brother’s Hand

 With one hand on the shopping cart handle and the other linked to the smallest of three toddlers, a young mother scanned the busy parking lot from the curb."Hold your brother's hand when you cross the street," she said.The four year-old wrinkled his nose at the younger boy to his left.…

0 Comments