clumsy pilgrim

W inter.  It gives us reminders of the ebb and flow of God's world and that in some ways our lives resemble these rhythms.  Times of d...

Last Sunday was our sixth week of holding church services in our garage.  It was a chilly morning, but with the door closed and heaters ru...

Sunday, September 13 marks a momentous day in Wisconsin.  Sure it’s NFL’s opening Sunday and the Packers just happen to be playing the Bear...

This morning I was reading the end of Mark 6, the story of when Jesus walks on the water.   He’s on land by himself, praying.   He sees the...

Over the summer I attended two memorial services within 2 weeks of each other, one for my husband’s 83-year-old grandfather, the...

You know that feeling when you have a huge project you’ve been asked to tackle?   That overwhelming feeling that it’s even bigger than you ...

In one of my recent posts , I wrote about being consumed, about opening my hands and my heart to let the Spirit enter in.   This could be p...