Dancing in Wartime

I used to watch WWII movies, and think ‘There’s a war going on. How can they be dancing?’ It was a perfect mid-summer day, and we sat at a picnic table amid dappled sunlight. So much of what my friend said that afternoon echoed in my heart, but these words came complete with illustrations. Of … Continue reading Dancing in Wartime →

Waking up to gratitude

How were preachers not ready for this? a friend asked me over the phone. He was talking about how many of our colleagues responded with shock and dismay the week after the election. I was scrubbing the grout on my kitchen floor while I talked with him. I know, I said. I only prepared for … Continue reading Waking up to gratitude →