Fireflies The light is for shining by Ken Rummer Wild flowers are blooming on the embankment leading up to the trail. It’s an old railroad right of way that’s being encouraged to go natural, now sporting some prairie grasses and the blooms that show with them. This being our first summer here, I… Read more »
July 7, 2017
Sightings
Fireflies The light is for shining by Ken Rummer Wild flowers are blooming on the embankment leading up to the trail. It’s an old railroad right of way that’s being encouraged to go natural, now sporting some prairie grasses and the blooms that show with them. This being our first summer here, I… Read more »
Building new ramps Can we connect people who love God but not church? By Susan Rothenberg One of the reasons I am grateful for Facebook, despite its dastardly power to distract me from the useful tasks I should be doing, is that social media has reacquainted me with people I haven’t seen nor heard… 
The Spirit in action A polity wonk’s guide to pneumatic presence By Robert Bayley Come, O Spirit, dwell among us; come with Pentecostal power; Give the church a stronger vision; help us face each crucial hour. Built upon a firm foundation, Jesus Christ, the Cornerstone, Still the church is called to mission that God’s love… 
Don’t let the church become fake news Proclaiming good news in a divided culture By Joshua Bower Our culture is in the grip of a “fake news” epidemic. Christians are falling prey to it, and, if we’re not careful, the church’s witness could be deeply harmed. Before I go any further, I need to… 
If God is good, then why…? Confirmands play stump the pastor By Graham Standish Too often we blame God for things we do to ourselves, for things others do to us, or for what others do to others. Then we credit ourselves for blessings that come from God, and others for the blessings that… 
Out of the Ash By Rebecca Lindsay A blast, a catastrophic splintering that snapped titan trunks like asparagus in a cook’s hand— On that fateful day living wood shattered screaming as it fell, radiating outward from the epicenter of a mountain gone mad. Ash snowed, reigned, sifted into pockets, crevices, creating instant desolation that… 
Stables, superheroes and stories Narrating life as it goes By Jennifer Frayer-Griggs My three year old sits in his carseat and incessantly talks all the way to preschool. Everyday. It makes me crazy. It’s too early for this, and he’s distracting me from the NPR newscast. But, he never relents. He’s gotten to the…