Why I Pray

I came of age in my faith at a time when the popular kids were into something we called Name-it-and-Claim-it! Or Blab-it-and-Grab-it. The theology went like this: If you want a cadillac and big house, you just start declaring, out loud, that God should give you those...

A Perfector of My Faith

  I was nineteen years old when our first baby was born. It was the Thursday before Easter, and this weekend is the anniversary of that marvelous event. (Happy Birthday, Felicity.) As you can imagine, I was about as mature as most teenagers at that stage. Much...

In Praise of Easter Bonnets

  I realize picking out Easter clothes is a first world privilege. I know the socially conscious among us would prefer we all be under a bridge on Easter morning feeding the poor instead of parading around the church building in our finery. And the devout among...

Happy Extra Day

I have been guilty of asking for extra hours in a day sometimes. We do have precedence for that. God stop the sun once. But, of course, that had something to do with a battle, and the enemies of God, and a hero who had bigger issues than a crowded to-do list. But...

Waking up is Hard to Do

  When something hard is happening in life (and, really, something usually is) I find that moment between sleeping and waking to be the hardest one of all. I know Tinker Bell told Peter Pan in the movie Hook that it was a dreamy place, and he could always find...