Dirty Feet

I sat in the pedicure chair as the woman knelt and scrubbed my feet, sloughing off the dead skin that had calloused my heels, massaging my ankles and calves as the rollers in the massage chair worked their way up and down the knotted muscules in my neck and back. As my body relaxed, I…

Be still.

It’s been one of those mornings.  You know the ones.  Woke up late and panicked (that’s actually part of my routine), answered questions like, “Where are my favorite jeans?,” brushed hair, answered a medical question that I didn’t really know the answer to, settled a screaming match, and explained that we don’t kick one another…

Check Your Bookshelf

I was always a reader. I’ve loved books for as long as I can remember. I would memorize the nursery rhymes my mom would read to me before naptime as a toddler, and try to trick her into believing I had taught myself to read. Eventually, it was the gift of memorization that actually did…

As I Have Done

It was the summer of 2005, and I was entering my second year as a student at Trevecca.  Before the fall semester began, there appeared in the roundabout a large pedestal that bore the words, “Do as I have done.”  It didn’t take long for us all to learn that the alumni had donated a…

Hosanna

He came riding on a donkey.  We were looking for a warrior, a savior who would defeat our oppressors.  It was time for the Kingdom of David to rise again.  And he came riding not on a horse, but a donkey. His very name proclaims that our God saves, reminding us of all the stories…

Be Still (and wash your hands)

We live in crazy times. In the span of a few weeks, our world has become a mass of information overload, panic, and hysteria. I was mourning my favorite candidate dropping out of the primary a few days ago. Now I’m figuring out what I’m supposed to do with three kids who are out of…

A Journey of Inheritance: Finding an End to Our Restlessness

I’ve been reading a lot about deconstruction the past few years.  There has been a restlessness among young evangelicals who are beginning to question the faith they grew up with and begin to understand what they still believe and why.  Many have come out on the other side of deconstruction having lost their faith entirely,…

Unconjugated God

I had not been specifically contemplating the eternal nature of God.  Not really.  I mean, I’m sure it had been a thought in my mind at some point or another, the question of “What does it really mean that God has no beginning or end?”  I’m guessing I’d read in a devotional or something about…

The Path Trod Before Us

There are not many things I own that I’ve had since I was five. In fact, this may be the only one. Sometimes things are just things, and sometimes things have stories, and those stories give the thing value. This is one of those. When I was five years old, God was calling me to…

Defiant Worship

I showed up to church.  I didn’t want to.  Everything in me wanted to stay home in bed.  It was one of those seasons where every single thing was working my nerves.  That one church member who always insists on hugs during passing of the peace, even though I didn’t want to be touched.  The…