It’s funny how someone’s dying can bring such rekindling; how our memory of them can initiate and ignite fires you forgot were once lit—are even capable of being lit. A sweet heaviness that clings to the moments and releases nostalgia and passion for things of the past.
Let me share a short story about Jesus with you: And as he sat at table in the house, behold, many tax collectors and sinners came and sat down with Jesus and his disciples. And when the Pharisees saw this, they said to his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?” Continue reading “love, like me”
I am teaching a literature class this year for three home schooling families—a family I just met, a family I grew up with (and my mom had early hopes of me marrying into), and my family (my first cousin). We just finished four weeks on Fahrenheit 451 and we discussed the risk(s) that Guy MontagContinue reading “Risk | Broken chains, thin gold threads of grace, and unchippable paint”
For the last few weeks, I’ve been reading. When Netflix is gone and local friends are few and weekday commitments are nil AND you’ve run out of data to peruse Facebook and Instagram, you read, and you read a lot. (By the way, life without Netflix is actually quite great. Rarely we’ve wished its returnContinue reading “Anything(s)”
Today I am thinking about being led. And how we can be led. Or let ourselves be led. My generation, specifically those in the Sonlight Curriculum followed by Hope College worlds (read: bubbles), has been encouraged to be leaders, changers, great thinkers, SAVE THE WORLD KID OR YOU’RE WORTHLESS kinds of individuals but at theContinue reading “Able To Be Led”
Big changes this past weekend. I could have instead said “big celebrations this past weekend” but what catches me the most is what each event initiated or indicated. We celebrated my brother’s high school graduation. I almost referred to him as my “kid-brother” but he really isn’t anymore. Ignoring that fact that he’s been tallerContinue reading “Ch-ch-ch-changes”