Thoughts from My Corner of the World
A Time to Mourn Monday morning my heart was aching. WHY Lord? When will peace rule? My heart still aches! I clicked open my audible app and listened to the book of Habakkuk while getting ready for work—all the while painfully aware of the privilege and safety of my own life in contrast to the... Continue Reading →
In Women and the Gender of God, author Amy Peeler points out that Jesus, born of Mary, is a human male. We're comfortable with his humanness. In times of struggle and suffering we cry out to Jesus. It is his very humanity that gives us courage, as humans ourselves, to approach him in prayer. After... Continue Reading →
Words, Language, and Meaning Early one morning, shortly after purchasing our home in a newly developed neighborhood in Colorado, two small boys on bicycles from the end of Prickly Pear Circle, whizzed past my dad who had traveled from Nebraska to see our first home and to show off the new car which he was... Continue Reading →
We know so little about Mary - the mother of Jesus - the woman who carried the Son of God for nine months in her womb. Years ago, I spent months reading and researching all things Mary for my final graduate project at Johnson University. Protestants were beginning to examine and expound on the Biblical... Continue Reading →
I remember well reading Henry David Thoreau's Walden in 8th grade. Our teacher, Sandra Starr, asked probing questions that motivated the class to discuss the literature we read that year on a deeper level. I recall a heady excitement in anticipation for each class. Usually a quiet student, I found it quite natural to engage... Continue Reading →
It had been an exhausting and emotional week spent in Nebraska for my 90 year old father-in-law’s funeral. After a week in hotel beds we decided to drive the seven and 1/2 hours home without stopping. Both of us were lost in our own thoughts. We drove in silence, too tired for conversation. However, the... Continue Reading →
There can be no phony-baloney when it comes to translating the Scriptures. The word, phony-baloney was first used in 1936, or so says Merriam-Webster.com. I love language, words, and experiencing life from other cultures and with people groups who view the world differently than me. I've learned over the years that translating from one language... Continue Reading →
In this post I share the experiences of two five-year-old boys. Both, now adults, live very different lives. Kevin's story disturbed me greatly while Robby's gave me hope. The more their stories rolled around in my mind I realized I was missing something. I couldn't put my finger on what or why. I initially thought... Continue Reading →
Recently this book, "The Representative Women of the Bible," published in 1907 caught my eye. It was high on the top shelf in the library - tucked between numerous modern and post-modern works about women. I've read so many books about women - written by women and written by men. The concept of woman, her... Continue Reading →
I've been working for months moving the books from my small study in a nook in our bedroom into what used to be my sewing studio. Today I asked myself where this passion for books came from and remembered a time when I was about six years old. I was kneeling in front of a... Continue Reading →