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I know temptation. We’re standing in the church lobby. His grin reminds me of a young Mel Gibson, and my heart stops. We have legitimate church business to discuss. The attraction is mutual. I can feel it, an electrifying pulse between us. I look away. Everyone else is a muffled blur. It’s only us, standing […]
God isn’t worried about his reputation. He’s not concerned if he looks like a liar, a failure, a no show, or hoax. Time and again, God risks ridicule and mockery. When his “father of many nations” has only one son after 100 years, his promised “Exodus,” is stymied by Pharaoh’s whims, and his “Savior” can’t […]
I’m linking up with everyone on where we’re reading Grace for the Good Girl together. I just realized I’ve actually been writing about Grace for the Good Girl all along. In fact, I started this blog as an experiment in risk taking — putting myself and my stuff out there, ad hoc, unplanned, and scary […]
Eve was made from Adam’s rib, but some days I could swear Pete and I are from different planets. Different is good. Variety is the spice of life. It’s amusing — hilarious, even. The majority of laughs between my sister and me come from comparing notes on how we view the world. But somehow different […]
Pete calls in the afternoon, interrupting me in the middle of an important project. I’m always in the middle of a project. “‘Looks like a great day for a motorcycle ride,” he says cheerily. He says this almost every day, but on a weekday I usually get more time to work we usually go out after […]
A disciple’s look at five loaves and two fish. Luke 9:10-17 Crowds. I see them in my dream. Bodies, faces, sweat and heat. And hands, so many hands, reaching and clutching. Jesus had sent us out with the power to preach and heal. What a privilege. What a responsibility. We’re home now, pressing through yet […]
I forget God. I forget who he is. Though I have only to look up at the infinite sky to recognize my insignificance compared to his immensity, I still lose sight of his majesty. I wander off into my own definition — the smallness of who I think he is, rather than the expansiveness of […]
The woman had never paid much attention to the serpent, not that she could recall. He had stayed on the periphery, his voice interjecting occasionally, but always under the radar.
“The serpent deceived me,” the woman said, hoping to mitigate what she was about to say next. “That’s why I ate it.” She was relieved when God turned his attention to the serpent.
Musing on Genesis 3 “Did God really say you can’t eat from any tree of the garden?” The serpent isn’t so much attempting to verify God’s exact words as he is injecting a note of incredulity, pointing out the absurdity of God’s edict. With one word, the serpent calls into question God’s judgment, his reasonableness. […]
The woman he loved had her arm outstretched. She was offering him the fruit, the juice still dripping down her chin. The man watched himself take a bite.