We’re done with this book, and I’m glad. Though I’m also glad I read it. I think. It was hard and uncomfortable. It’s made me question my faith and my following. Basically, I understand Platt to say that if I’m not making disciples, I “may not actually be a Christian, for these features are […]
follow me: love one another
A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another. ~John 13:34-35 I had a pastor who cautioned us about the danger of using the “random finger” method of […]
when you feel like a flop as a follower
I feel a little bit better this week. A little. At least I don’t feel like a total flop as a follower. Some of the thoughts I’m chewing on… We can’t decide to make Him Lord because He already is. It’s our job to submit to His lordship. It’s not our job to personalize […]
follow me–or when you only think you’re a christian
Follow me. We had 45 minutes’ notice of a Friday night basketball camp. I tossed the book in my purse, and while Grace got instruction, I sat on the lowest bleacher and read. Before I’d gotten through the first chapter, my gut started to churn, and I thought it might disgorge itself right there […]
when the work just seems fruitless
I got the green light for that article. Then there’s the interview request. Plus the friends’ books I want to read and write about. There’s this blog and the e-book I’m supposed to be working on. Not to mention a couple of other books–one of which I’d like to finish in my dad’s lifetime–and […]
in which my son wears the mask of God in his work
What else is all our work to God–whether in the fields, in the garden, in the city, in the house, in war, or in government–but just such a . . . [way] by which He wants to give His gifts in the fields, at home, and everywhere else? These are the masks of God, behind […]
when we work without love
We were back in the supply room, gathering trays and sterile equipment for our cases. She was griping about something. I don’t remember what. But as we hurried down the hall with arms full, she shook her head and sighed. “Why are you always so happy?” I just shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s […]
in which I rediscover the nun’s story in the soul of me
My mom thought I should become a flight attendant—mostly so she could get discounted travel. But I wasn’t quite tall enough, and my vision was less than perfect. I’d read The Nun’s Story by Kathryn Hulme. So I wanted to be a nun. Or a missionary nurse in Africa. Or both. I never considered […]
