Made me think, too. Friday’s post that is. I paraphrased Jesus, “It’s more embarrassing to be moved down the list than moved up.” A couple people said, “What’s up with that?” They ask a good question. I had pointed to a parable that Jesus told, but I paraphrased the punchline. And it felt funny. After […]

. . . What do you think about me? I thought about that saying from a mug the other morning. I started reading Esther, a booklet in the Old Testament. Rather than start at the beginning, I jumped into the middle, and read this: When Haman entered, the king asked him, “What should be done […]

(Originally posted on December 10, 2010) I spent some time in the attic last weekend. It was time. Stuff accumulates. Empty boxes saved in case something breaks. A broken string trimmer saved in case someday I know how to fix it. Mugs saved because someone gave them to me . . . from events that […]

Ruthie married an immigrant. His parents, hungry, had left their country. There weren’t many close relatives, wasn’t much holding them back. It was mom and dad and a couple sons, off to make the best of things. Ruthie married one of the sons. She, in her own land, crossed her culture, and his, to marry. I […]