It was one of those oppressively gloomy mornings—the kind where it’s difficult to rouse yourself from sleep,
This devotional column offers food for reflection and contemplation, often including a personal experience of God’s grace in unexpected corners.
One word and she knew him.
Each Sunday at the Village Church we ask people who are celebrating birthdays to come forward and let us help them celebrate.
- Expectations are the enemy of contentment. On face value, this seems like a harmless platitude: Manage your expectations, and you’ll more readily avoid being disappointed.
- Night after night, I listened to my father's voice as it crept up the stairs to my cold bedroom...
I’ve always known that you can’t get cleaned up for church, so to speak;
Lord, are you the one? Who summons a friend when darkness descends and hope is lost, and we need someone to talk to?
In the heat and humidity of a July afternoon,
A time will come to sit
The girl sitting at the front of the bus had gotten sick all over the sidewalk just before boarding.
- When I was young and sitting in church we used to sing, Faith of Our Fathers
- Praise the Lord from the earth, you great sea creatures and all ocean depths,
- We neared the diving cliff and surveyed the dark blue water of the Mexican cenote lying about 20 feet below.
- I live in the desert, in a valley plain surrounded by four distinct mountain ranges.
- I have five sisters.
For the first time in my life, I opened a Dutch dictionary.
I know it's coming—the call for volunteers to tell their faith story at the next elders' meeting. Many have already...
I know children in the deep
of the city who grow where they can
like chicory squeezing up
- One day my family and I were walking with friends in a wooded park when our two-year-old daughter fell into a stream.
I love the buildings
I love the houses
And I love the drawings
Our God is an...
I was standing outside the seminary chapel, overlooking the seminary pond, and wondering, What the heck, why? The question was...
It’s springtime in western Washington, and the landscape around my apartment complex is strewn with pink flower petals from surrounding...
One of my grandmothers had a childhood straight out of Little House on the Prairie: she and her family homesteaded...
As the years quicken, I find
I am rushing from slow to slower . . .