Category: Autobiography

Faith or Stupidity

Back an Alley My first significant encounter with the paradox of faith or stupidity came back an alley in the middle of the city.  I was fifteen.  My youth group had driven in minivans into the city and back the alley.  We were going… Continue Reading “Faith or Stupidity”

Thy Kingdom Come

He’s finished supper.  He’s poured the wine, broken the bread, and left a message.  To live right, we must remember Him.  He’s washed feet, even the feet of those who will betray, deny, forsake Him, and left the second message.  To live right, we… Continue Reading “Thy Kingdom Come”

Not Kneaded

When I was small, My mommy would make our daily bread, Her loaves were round-topped Golden, delicious softness. But still, I liked it better to make my own, She gave a lump of dough, Showed how to sprinkle flour, Formed her large loaf. I… Continue Reading “Not Kneaded”

Mosaic: Art and the Culture of the Kingdom

Start with a history lesson on Rome, add a yet-unplanned, elementary art class, and you get a mosaic.  At least, I did.  In the making, I found some reflections. In high school, my geography teacher taught me that Canada has a cultural mosaic.  Our… Continue Reading “Mosaic: Art and the Culture of the Kingdom”

Flowers for Mom

I remember as a little girl, Wandering to the vacant lot in town, Stopping to pick the prettiest wildflowers, Then running them home to my mom, I don’t remember what she said, But she kept them ’til they died, So, I know she must… Continue Reading “Flowers for Mom”