Mustard gas. Muddy trenches. No Man’s Land. In 1914, Britain, France, and Russia united to stop the greedy German kaiser. Surely, they’d have him running for home, his tail between his legs by Christmas. But Christmas found both armies weary, wet, and cold....
Advent. The season of expectations. When I was a little girl, the traditions of Advent filled me with all the emotions the season represents—Hope, Peace, Joy, and Love. Waiting for Messiah, God with us. On the first Sunday of Advent, my mother would light one candle...
When we found our current church family twenty-five years ago, I had just sent my first child off to college. All of you moms out there who have reached this milestone understand how fragile I felt. Excited for him. Satisfied that he was ready to fly from the nest....
Our fourteen-hour trip from Florida to Indiana had expanded to almost eighteen hours. Despite an overnight break at a hotel, the drive through Georgia with its clogged highways, road work, and multiple fender-benders had exhausted us. But we’d persevered. Once the...
At the not-yet-ripe age of seven, I was vaguely aware of the civil rights tensions in our nation. My parents never discussed the news in front of three small children, so information from the world outside our home drifted across my vision through the daily paper or...