The woman dropped the f-bomb in my office. And she didn’t even flinch.
I tried to hide how offended I was, to take a deep breath and not overreact, but then she dropped it again. Then a third time! The word came flying out of her mouth like it was any other four-letter combination of consonants and vowels.
Eventually, I had to say something. So, I interrupted, “Do you know you just used the f-word?” She looked at me, confused.... Read More
It was the night of the regional championship game. The coach gave the varsity girls his usual pregame talk and then looked at my daughter and asked, “Ready for the devotion?”
It took her a fraction of a second to freak out internally—because, no, she wasn’t ready.
It took another fraction of a second to decide there was no way she was going to risk the utter embarrassment that would come along with confessing that, for the biggest game of... Read More
For most of my life, the Lord’s Supper seemed strange to me. I didn’t think it fit with the rest of worship. I grew up going to a very traditional church in a very old, beautiful building with a very austere worship style.
As a young person, church felt something like this . . .
Some recitations and readings.
A sermon and some prayers.
Then, wait! Stop everything! Snack time!
All the adults would file to the front.... Read More
New Year’s resolutions are great, but I’m finding I need to readjust my focus more often than once a year. In truth, I need weekly and sometimes daily resets. Stepping on the scale makes it easier to get to the gym and say no to dessert. The quarrel with my husband or one of my children brings me to earnest prayer. And when the major dilemmas upset life as I know it, I am quick to seek God’s will.
The... Read More
I sat next to my son, my only son, in church last week—and the readings from Scripture got me thinking.
As we heard the account of the Passover (Exodus 12), I imagined the thankfulness the Israelites felt because they painted the blood of a lamb over their doorposts. As the tenth plaque ravaged Egypt, the Israelites’ sons were living and breathing, about to escape their life of slavery.
I thought about Mary the mother of Jesus too, who knew from... Read More
Nikolas Cruz is the 19-year-old young man in police custody who is accused of gunning down 17 people and wounding another 14 at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida. If the allegations are true, his crimes are unspeakable. He's accused of assembling an arsenal (legally!) and then cold-bloodedly and with premeditation carried out an indiscriminate slaughter of innocent, unarmed school students and staff members. No empathy. No remorse. Not a thought to how many lives he was taking away nor... Read More
“I hate potlucks.”
My head snapped up and I stared at the woman who had just uttered the unthinkable. You hate potlucks?! Did you mean “ate” potlucks? Because the only time hate and potlucks should be used in the same sentence is, “I hate missing potlucks.”
My snarky side was just about to say, “What other glorious things do you hate? Puppies? Sunsets? Justin Timberlake?” But before I could snark, another woman in the room chimed in: “I do too.... Read More
Everybody here in Milwaukee still remembers Archbishop Timothy Dolan fondly. A jovial Irishman with a round, red beaming face, he exuberantly represented Milwaukee’s Catholics upon his installation in 2002. Catholics and non-Catholics alike loved his stories, big smile, sense of humor, and obvious love for people. It was his sad duty to lead the archdiocese through painful bankruptcy proceedings because of the $21 million legal settlement due to the many sexual abuse cases that had come to light. Recognizing that... Read More
Recently I was introduced to the term “trough of sorrow.” It is the time during which an entrepreneur tries to convince people that his or her idea, talent, or product is worthwhile. The consumer remains apathetic during the trough, not realizing the need or value in the item or talent.
If you’re a diehard-sold-out-for-Christ Christian (and I hope you are!), you can relate to being in the trough. When your coworkers or even other Christians think you’re crazy for your... Read More
Did you know that Thomas Jefferson cut up his Bible?
He didn’t believe in miracles. So he cut them out.
He didn’t believe in hell. So he cut it out.
He didn’t believe in Jesus’ resurrection. So he cut it out.
Isn’t that horrible? Who would do that to the inspired Word of God?
Every time we ignore a difficult part of Scripture, we’re cutting up our Bibles.
One teaching that we seem to “cut out” is eternal... Read More