Give Him Your Cloak, Too

Matthew 5:38-48; The Message (MSG) Love Your Enemies 38-42 “Here’s another old saying that deserves a second look: ‘Eye for eye, tooth for tooth.’ Is that going to get us anywhere? Here’s what I propose: ‘Don’t hit back at all.’ If someone strikes you, stand there and take it. If someone drags you into court and sues for the shirt off your back, gift wrap your best coat and make a present of it. And if someone takes unfair advantage of you, use the occasion to practice the servant life. No more […]

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Him

He grew up under the last remnants of Communism – red neck scarf and in formation bootleg movies from the West the permeation of grey. The son of an engineer, who wanted to be a professional violinist, and an ophthalmologist. The grandson of an army general, who was in charge of a smattering of spa towns, and an opera singer. I remember the first time I saw him, as he entered my classroom, tardy and with earbuds. His smile, his eyes. How little I knew then. We became the best […]

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When Your Child's "Love Language" is Acts of Service.

She is seven and I am only allowed to kiss her once a day on the top of her head. Hugs are only given, never received. Snuggling is only when there is a subsequent fever. At first – I thought perhaps my daughter was merely attempting to emulate her tween sister. I waited until she and I were alone, with hope and a prayer, that snuggles would be imminent. But they weren’t. I began doing what all good mothers do – research and reading every article on parenting my friends […]

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Fear Not.

This week. Oh, my heart. Too much. Too much. Bombings and pain, displaced people, grief and loss, war and terror, fear. My husband was a Television and Radio major in college. He had a professor of media who has had a long and illustrious career in the industry. He shared with his class that the predominant emotion for the highest Nielson ratings or numbers of viewers is FEAR. If it bleeds, it leads. Here is a great article on fear and media, as well as other cited sources for further […]

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Let Me Tell You About Owen

Admittedly, I never knew there was a difference. How could I? Like so many things in life, we do not become knowledgeable until it becomes relevant. I have seen service dogs around the community, and I knew that these dogs are working and not to be acknowledged or approached without consent. I knew about therapy dogs, having enjoyed their company on countless occasions while my daughter inhabited a bed at the Children’s Hospital. Had you asked me the difference among therapy, service, and comfort dogs – I would have been […]

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Clashing Symbols

My heart has felt so heavy lately. Has yours? And frankly, it has been less about the events of the world and more about the responses to it. Just yesterday, as I sat in a waiting room, I overheard a conversation that was borderline hate speech. And what I found so interesting is that these individuals clearly had no problem with everyone around them hearing their conversation. It got me thinking. It is the season of Lent. A time where traditionally people of faith decide to go without – a […]

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Do All Things With Love.

If you were to ask what her secret was to her phenomenal cooking, her response would inevitably be::   “I cook each and every thing with Love.”   Babička Eva grew up in the beautiful agrarian town of Opočno, in Moravia, near to the Polish border. Her parents built the very house she lived in with her husband, Stanislav.     As the wife of a former decorated army general, and the director over all of the spa towns throughout the Czech Republic, Babička Eva was well known for her talent in […]

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God Made Adam and Eve. And Steve.

The conversation continues – that ugly banter of “my right is so much more right than your right.” It really is sickening, isn’t it? And I find myself often asking, where does my heart lie as a woman of faith?   Like so many, I grew up in the Church. And whereas I am able to say I am no longer necessarily a card-carrying product of that upbringing in its entirety, I must be completely honest with myself by admitting that being a Caucasian, (Upper) Middle Class, American, Woman of Faith is […]

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The House with the Cranberry Door

I grew up in the House with the Cranberry Door. I remember my mother choosing the color for that door, swatches of blindingly similar hues slathered onto the back side of the door. How she remembered what shade was what, I’ll never know. My parents bought the House with the Cranberry Door when I was 8 years old. I remember the excitement I felt at having my own room and the terror of going to a new school. To the right of our home lived Mr. and Mrs. Peacock. He […]

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