Tag: Nazarene
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Al and Ruth
Once upon a time, decades ago, there was a church. Not small or large. An in-between church. It was straining within the era in which it existed, seeking to communicate love and Good News as it always had, yet trying to speak it and sing it in a way that was possibly uncomfortable to the…
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Wailing Walls and Tomato Sandwiches
I don’t read a lot of blogs. That’s partly why it surprises me when anybody more than my Aunt Neva reads this one. It’s not that I don’t see their value and quality, or that I think people who write them have a high opinion of themselves. They just make me nervous. Introspective. Almost every…
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Peace, Friends
Unusual days call for an unusual post. Most likely you are reading this from your home. Good. If you find yourself in one of the “hot spots” here in the United States and the news keeps getting worse, more intense, more foreboding, please know that there is at least one person sitting at a desk…
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Disoriented
The last couple of weeks remind me of the day I got into someone else’s car and tried to start it. The ignition was in the wrong place. The seat wasn’t adjusted to the way I always had it set. Someone had changed the color of the upholstery and it smelled funny in there. When…
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Wet Cement
The blessed emery board of time has rubbed the sharp edges off the memory so at least I don’t go into full blown rigor mortis anymore at the recollection, but still it remains exclusively and completely at the Number One Position forever and always as My Most Embarrassing Moment. I almost can’t write about it.…
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The Purple Pin
This is an adaptation of a social media post from a couple of years ago that may or may not merit a replay. Today I wore this purple pin to church. Before yesterday I didn’t know it existed. It belonged to a lady whose funeral I attended and her friends decided that a way to…
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Shifting Gears
Don’t laugh. I’d never be able to save your life by driving you to the hospital if all you had available for us was a manual transmission car because I can’t drive a stick. So if you’re feeling on the verge of a major health crisis and have me on your guest list for a…
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My Holly Street Home
Once upon a time a skinny teenage girl with long brown hair set foot for the first time on an Idaho sidewalk underneath a row of tall trees in front of a pink brick building on Holly Street and she was home. Those trees are gone. That street is now University Blvd. The pink building…
