Tag Archives: Christian living

Every Joint

We have a classroom skeleton named Henry. He has been a part of our classroom for eleven years, and it shows. When my oldest child was nine, Henry lost a leg in an unfortunate incident with a toddler tantrum. I never could find it. When we moved, Henry lost his eye sockets, and my practicalContinue reading “Every Joint”

Daily

When I go out each morning to start my day and feed my animals, I often view it as just routine. However, my cats, dogs, and chickens view it as the time during the day when they will receive the sustenance they need to go about their daily routines.  The cats wait for me inContinue reading “Daily”

Throwing Stones

I teach my kids that it is never okay to throw rocks at passing cars, but the other day, I picked up a rock to chunk at oncoming traffic. I live on a dirt road where there isn’t much coming or going, but as I was walking, a little white pickup truck barreled down theContinue reading “Throwing Stones”

“The Hiding Place: A Stage Adaptation” Film Review

Musician Rich Mullins wrote, “I think life, by nature, is a struggle. You know, whether or not you believe in the health, wealth, and prosperity doctrine, the ideas of that have polluted almost all of our thinking about Christianity- where we think that a really great Christian is someone who does not struggle.” When youContinue reading ““The Hiding Place: A Stage Adaptation” Film Review”

Lord of the Little Things

A friend gifted me a whole Bible’s worth of flannel figures so that I could use them to tell Bible stories. I am an old-fashioned Sunday School lady, and I love my flannel board. It is a Gospel tool that no screen will ever replace. As I was going through the billions of flannel figures,Continue reading “Lord of the Little Things”

The Substance of Hope

The hope of catching a fish keeps the fisherman casting, but it isn’t what he eats for his supper. The substance of hope- the outcome of it- is the tangible result that fills his belly.  This summer, my kids have done a lot of fishing. They have probably hoped more than they’ve caught, but theContinue reading “The Substance of Hope”

Equip the Saints

You know the kid I’m talking about. He doesn’t sit still. He lives more in his imagination than reality. He talks even faster than he thinks, mostly at a higher decibel level than any other noise in the room. Last week, he sped in the church at the head of the line, as usual, andContinue reading “Equip the Saints”

He Came Down

The distressed peeping from the pigpen was not a piglet.  As I leaned in closer to look, I saw a speck of movement in the mud.  It was a fuzzy yellow pheasant chick. My son jumped in the mud, reached down, and took hold of the struggling baby. He handed it to me. It wasContinue reading “He Came Down”