We stared at one another in disbelief. Surely the misunderstanding was because of translation. I repeated the question in Mandarin and he repeated his answer in the same. In a few moments, the Taiwanese realtor and I realized the problem was culture. I’d asked why there was no room in the kitchen for the fridge and he’d replied that it wasn’t needed …
She climbed into the dining chair easily. It was the staying in it that proved difficult. First she dropped her fork, then after a trip underneath the table and a trip back up top for air, her napkin also fell. Both would have proved an easy retrieval for longer arms, but both were forbidden of help. A secret unexpectedly remembered, …
“Have you ever noticed how ‘Bible women’ become more demanding and difficult as they age?” My friend’s off-the-cuff question lingered with me for days. Although I’d never thought about it, I unfortunately knew plenty of instances in which this was true. My memories were filled with elderly Christian women who were never pleased. How could I assure that …
I lay awake thinking about my comment. How could I have been so insensitive? No one really wanted to know my opinion anyway. And yet, I overelaborated, overdramatized and over emphasized to such an extent that I had rattled my hearer and embarrassed myself. When would I ever learn? I got up and went into the living room. Picking …
“Show me Your glory,” I sang. From the depths of my soul, I craved Him Or so I assumed. “Show me Your glory,” I asserted. And went to religion with pick and shovel as a gold miner Seeking his fortune. “Show me Your glory,” I maintained. Perseveringly. Determined. I exerted to find the interior, Desiring the depths, …
This has been the year of the baby. Almost every week, I’m either receiving sonogram pictures via text or discovering that a friend has had a grand-baby. In our family alone, Mark and I have gone from four grand children to six in less than ten weeks. As we think of all these pregnancies, there is a lot of …
Knowing Jesus. We sing about it. Talk about it. And pray about it. But, do we experience Him? Most of us initially go after Jesus at the invitation of a friend. And, in fact, it is a Biblical model: “The two disciples heard (John the Baptist) and went after Jesus. Jesus looked over his shoulder and said to them, ‘What are …
“May I speak to your supervisor, please?” There had been a problem with my recent order, and I was having some difficulty removing the mix-up of the phone. As I awaited a manager, I intentionally calmed myself. This could take some time. “Mrs. Persall? I’m sorry for the difficulty,” came the reply. Then, with a few questions asked, the situation …
The inky dark, The empty space The blank and shapeless void. The nothingness With lifeless form Of motion yet devoid. Into the black Now burst His glow With Holy Brilliance ‘Round. Expansive surge With Energy His purpose would abound. “Let there be light,” And it was so Vivacious was His Word. His Tongue, a Sword Of power …
He sat before me transfixed; his eyes focused intently on the pieces of flannelgraph before him. I guess he’d never heard the story before and was mesmerized by a Man with such power. When the story began, the fascination was upon the felt pictures which affixed themselves easily to the large blue board. But, as my two-year-old grandson …
