Bringing in the Sheaves

When I was 23 years old, I began to serve as a church minister in a small village in the Democratic Republic of Congo. My parish was very poor and small with only about 50 members. We had no building so worship was held in a shed with members and their children sitting on the…

A Mother’s Hug

We were invited to practice lectio divina during our staff devotional time. As a reminder, lectio divina literally means “divine reading.” It’s an ancient spiritual practice of reading, meditating and praying on a passage of scripture intended to foster connection with God. That day, the passage was Psalm 94: 17-19: If the Lord had not…

The Screw

Ten years ago, my grandfather wrote a book called “Do You See What I See? Musings on Life at 83.” In the book are 723 entries; most only a few lines. Each one a perception, interpretation, reaction or comment. Entry number 714 stood out to me this morning, so I share it with you now: …

I’ve Always Hated Reading

True confession . . . as a child, teen and young adult, I always hated to read. I absolutely hated it. I would read what I HAD to read for school and nothing beyond that. There were even a few times in high school when I paid my little sister to read novels to me…