Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)
Countless meals around Lloyd and Bev’s long dining table. Planning church. Having church. Praying. Their house was often the only one big enough to fit. A lot of us were single and rarely cooked anything decent, and Bev’s cooking was like balm in Gilead.
I’ve been writing about hospitality lately, and it occurs to me that there is an art to being a good guest, too. Receiving hospitality properly
In Chicago for shopping and the Messiah… Fresh pecans from Marnell’s cousin! Elkhart church Christmas dinner… My handsome husband driving me to Virginia for Christmas
“But why would you give me clues if you don’t want me to know?” Marnell asked me this morning at Granma’s House of Pancakes. “Well,
It’s Wednesday morning at 5am. I’m already late for work because I overslept (Daylight Savings…ugh!). I’m combing my hair, bumbling sleepily around in my bathroom,
On the eve of our first church service with the little group that lives in Elkhart, I wonder… What is church? If you think I’m
