This process of narrowing down vision is draining. I started believing I could (and should!) pitch a children’s storybook bible highlighting the life of Jesus before his life in the manger. You know – all the ways Jesus shows up, alive and well, in the Old Testament. But somehow Rahab walked on stage, and then…
And she bound the scarlet cord in her window. Rahab. Her hope stretched thin like the rope the men now shimmied down. This blood-stained cord would be the only sign that remained of their oath. She knew she could trust their God, but could she trust His people? How often have you thought through the…
I set to reading the book of Joshua. Again. I always come back to Jericho and the Jordan. Joshua and the Israelites. I guess that’s a good thing since long ago I titled this blog, “Crossing Jordan.” In a way I’m always crossing Jordan. Always probing or pondering Israelite themes like: Rejoicing in The Rescue.…
I sent them a package at Christmas: German souvenirs for Dad, a hand-made tote for Mom, pictures of the monkeys, and a handwritten letter recounting the various adventures of our life – this trip overseas, that upcoming retirement, this new sewing ministry. I confessed how how their influence shaped my path – how her love…
Quarantined in Ninevah. That’s how I feel. I don’t dare say it aloud to my children. Nor to the inhabitants of this forsaken town. I only whisper it tearfully into my husband’s ears and pray it can’t be true. “Has God left me all alone, here, in Ninevah?” There was a time when I never,…
Crossing Jordan 