waiting to speak: lessons along the road to justice

Zechariah was stricken mute once, according to the book of Luke. It went like this. An angel told him he’d have a son and name him John, and Z couldn’t believe his ears. Obviously the angel had only one option: condemning him to nine months of muteness. (Sunday school lesson: Don’t mess with angels.) This sounds horrific. Yet sometimes I wish […]

have yourself an ethical christmas

There’s a conversation that I keep circling back to. I don’t know why. It always goes badly. But I also found recently that I’m an INFP (thank you, Drs. Myers and Briggs), which means that even though I hate conflict, I’m so deeply motivated by the things I believe in that I’ll always keep coming […]

choosing to know

I’ve been piecing together some silly pieces about our most recent house problems, but I’m having a hard time being funny. One of my longtime coping skills is to poke fun at the absurd in the tragic – flying cows in hurricanes and the like.  Sometimes it’s okay – a heartfelt quest for little joys […]