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.…
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,…
Paul. A Pharisee. An Extra-Super-Holy Person {according to The Jesus Storybook Bible.} Every day he would stand out there in the middle of the street and pray out loud in a big Extra-Super-Holy Voice. He really wasn’t praying so much as just showing off. People walking by would stop and stare, which might sound rude…
I spoke last weekend. In front of 70 women (!) I spoke of how turning just one degree changes everything. One degree converts health into feverish illness. One degree differentiates wayward arrows from bulls eyes. A one degree shift completely alters the trajectory my course, especially over the long haul. One degree is all I…
I am a Christian cannibal. I eat my young in the name of “righteousness”. In other words, I snap at my children and bite their head off because, of course, I’m right and they’re wrong. I’m not the first mother to do this. Other parents have been munching on their offspring’s necks since greeting Noah…
Crossing Jordan 