The unending in-between

The unending in-between

Today is already Day 38 of the 40 days Jesus spent with his disciples before going home to his Father. The clock is ticking unbeknownst to this excited band of followers who are still getting accustomed to having him back. Even at this late hour, all are eagerly...
Chosen?

Chosen?

After listening to Pastor Don’s sermon this week, about Peter’s shame after denying Christ three times, I started contemplating Matthew, chapter one, which gives account of the genealogy of Christ, and some of the Old Testament stories reflected within that lineage....
The end, and then the party can start

The end, and then the party can start

Since April 5, when we celebrated Jesus’ rising from the tomb more alive than ever, I’ve been putting myself in the place of his disciples, mostly his original guys, but those others who followed closely, too. I’ve been struck by how difficult it would be to live...
Freedom, glorious freedom!

Freedom, glorious freedom!

On a balmy summer evening, I was sent across the road and up the long lane to my grandmother’s farmhouse to fetch a bottle of milk. Being about 8 years old, this was a very grown-up responsibility, of which I was proud. Someone got the milk and I left for the return...
Collapsing foundations

Collapsing foundations

On a bright, sunny September morning, I sat in my seat at Williamsburg Community Chapel, eagerly anticipating the teaching from Pastor Jack Hayford at this two-day pastors’ seminar. He had just opened in prayer when an usher came up and spoke something quietly to him....