Posts tagged "authenticity at the table"

On Obedience, Goodbyes And Walking In Faith

Throughout all of their journeys, whenever the cloud was taken up from over the tabernacle, the people of Israel would set out. But if the cloud was not taken up, then they did not set out until the day that it was taken up (Exodus 40:36-37). I think it’s fair to say that hearing from God is not often easy. Not because God isn't speaking, but because His voice is...

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What Makes a Life

The alert sounds just as I pull into my parking spot at work. The front passenger tire has low pressure. I hear the hiss of air streaming out of the tire as soon as I get out of the car. Happy Monday. But I've been here before, so I don't panic. I let my lunch date know I'll have to miss her in lieu of getting my tire patched at...

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Come And See: On Visions And Dreams

I jumped off the bus and ran into a local and much-loved church. Sliding into the century old oak pews in the back of the chapel, I arrived just in time for a meeting with a sweet acquaintance turned friend. This was back in August on a day when the stubborn NYC heat made me long for the relief promised in early Fall. This was back in August and after...

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The Dessert Disaster

Thinking about it, I suppose I've been learning to cook my entire life. I can remember pulling up a chair to our kitchen counter in the apartment we lived in prior to my mother's death, so I had to have been small. Boxed cakes with store-bought icing were downright magic. Seriously, mix together a bowl of dry ingredients with an egg and oil and you have a cake? Who cared...

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On Learning To See

Lately, I"ve been slowly savoring every word of Annie Dillard's, Pilgrim At Tinker Creek. I'd seen her book quoted numerous times by some of my favorite friends around the internet and finally, when I could stand it no more, I bought myself a copy and started reading the day the mail carrier left if on my doorstep. She opens chapter two, Seeing, by describing how as a child, she used...

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Dinnertime Discussions at Our Lifegiving Table

“Here’s what I think . . .”
It was a night just like any other, which is to say it was another evening of rousing discussion. Soup spoons suspended in midair, quizzical brows, the thumping of a printed-out article on the table. The article in question had been the source of that evening’s discussion. I can’t recall the exact topic of debate, but it likely had something to do with a...

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When Everything Feels Too Frivolous or Too Urgent

I’ve been mostly absent from social media for the past few months. I come and go but mostly I’ve been offline trying to live into my present. Living in the now is no small task. We are a people of anticipation or we are a people of despair. As people who believe in Christ, hope is our native tongue but we often struggle to translate that language to the world....

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Finding Your Welcome Again And How Tomato Soup Can Heal

We spent the summer mostly by the pool. Those plastic loungers acted as a cradle of respite for me, a safe, uninterruptible space for me to wrestle with my angst related to community and a wound that oozed far longer than seemed reasonable. I was near militant about our pool going. Mostly, the kids were on board, but even on days when they turned their toes in and sighed, again?!...

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On Peace and Growing Older

I will be forty years old in less than sixty days. This is not sitting well with me.   I remember crying the year I turned thirty because I had four babies, a husband working two jobs and going to seminary, and an address far away from anyone who could show up and rescue me from my exhaustion. Life was not turning out how I had planned and I was...

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The Joy of Remaining and Watermelon

This summer has been marked by rhythms which are a bit off beat. Perhaps they are syncopated, mostly beautiful, but different. As women we establish routines and traditions, often following the seasons and the calendar as we make our life within our family and home. Our old normal, the paradigm we grew accustomed to when our children were young was one of embracing summer, racing headlong into the three month...

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