3 Marriage Habits Every Marriage Needs– because it’s worth falling in love again
He lays his hand on my shoulder. Water drips from strands tousled and a rivulet runs down the small of my back. “I have no idea what to wear.” I’m paying him no mind, standing before the closet with my...
View ArticleWhen You are Weary of Vanilla Christianity
For some ridiculous reason, I keep carrying around green sparkly earrings in my purse. Like I’m hoping someday that I’ll get to wear them — and there just ain’t no Dave Brown way that’s going to...
View ArticleWhat Does a bit of Radical Christianity Really Look Like —- Right Where You...
When I first read her story on the screen, I want to drive a for sale sign into the front lawn and sell all the pigs. Mainly because I don’t think I can shoe horn a few hundred hogs into a suitcase —...
View ArticleWhat Radical Christianity Looks Like Right Where You Are {Pt. 3}
You can beat your hard chest over the slaves in night streets. And over women beaten down for her one beautifully snapping mind, and over oppression that crushes the gasping lungs of whole nations. And...
View ArticleWhy Weak is the New Strong: Radical Right Where You Are {Pt4}
So I fell extremely anemic in the fall. Could hardly drag out of bed, felt like jello, looked like a gaunt ghost, and got winded walking from the sink to the stove. I’d draped arms around the Farmer’s...
View ArticleWhen Lent & Valentines Collide: 40 Days of ThanksLoving
It wasn’t 2 weeks before those 40 days of Lent that he’d turned 40. I’d kissed the old man in the kitchen and his 4 days growth had rubbed me like a matted burr and he’d laughed like a free man and...
View ArticleWhat Everyone Who Feels Like a Loser Really Needs
It’s half way through Lent and forget that sign of of dust they brush on the center of your forehead. I’m bowed over the sink after a teenage daughter’s slammed out the backdoor. Slammed out of my ugly...
View ArticleThe 1 Command that Could Resurrect the Church, Our Hurting Places & the...
There’s a reason He called us His Body and not His Estate.” That’s what Tib Pearson told me. Tib with his Red Wing workboots and worn John Deere hat and hands weathered and etched like a greying cedar...
View ArticleHow to Live Through the Messy
This? This is *right* where we are at this week: She asks me how it’s going. And I have to smile. And I tell her that there are pots on the stove and crumbs on the counters and yes, wherever we are,...
View ArticleWhen Life Burns… What We Could Do for Each Other
When that chimney started on fire, right up the center of the house, right up through center of my bedroom, I heard my Dad holler. Heard the roar, heard that fire roaring just behind the yellow bricks...
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