The view from the kitchen's sliding glass door in The Nest this morning looks and sounds to me like our circumstances. The wind is screaming and the snow is blowing…
Thanksgiving. The simplest and purest of holidays. The most unadulterated. My personal favorite. That’s what I wanted to write about this week. The way Thanksgiving stands, so noble and dignified,…
What is it about the solitary life that comes so close to convincing us that it’s what we want…when something deeper inside tells us our pants are on fire? And…
For people who have spent their entire lives disconnected from their emotions, venturing into the feeling zone can be unsettling, to say the least. And downright dangerous, if you’ve experienced…
“What makes us hold on so tight to the old when the new is so obviously better?” The question seemed to me one part rhetorical, one part puzzlement, and two…
I’ve been thinking about life after being found for the lost sheep in our recent Journal post, and wondering who might have related to the story. (Which explains why it…
It’s uncanny, I tell ya…the way it happens every single solitary week. I am not even kidding. Stan said it best in a text afterward: I mean you just can’t…
“So, how are the parking spaces working out for everybody?” Sounded like a good ice-breaker to me…and I relaxed a little in my chair at the thought of being able…
Lest you think that life at the ACTS House is all meetings, worship and hard lessons, I bring you this week: the latest episode of “The Secret Life of Joy.”…