A Letter to the 22nd Life Lost
I greet you as a first-time writer for the Messy Jesus Business blog at a time that seems…
On the good days
On the good days, I am conscious of the discoveries. This life under COVID-19 has been full of…
Finding the faces of God in the dark
Lately, a memory keeps surfacing. I am struggling with my mental health and, almost before it begins, I…
Finding common ground in the din of debate
Debate divides this nation, and democracy is in disarray. On one hand, we enjoy light, good-natured disagreements: —…
It’s not our job to change people
Years ago, when I was learning how to be a teacher, some of my motivations were quite idealistic:…
#MeToo, #ChurchToo and the hope in breaking the silence
The courage and resilience of survivors of sexual assault choosing to share their stories gives me hope. The…
Finding the balance
Carrying my laundry basket across the lawn, I feel a sudden sting. I was feeling peaceful and…
Be perfect
Hypocrisy. According to Google, it’s “The practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one’s…
This complicated, imperfect world: an essay
I have always been hesitant to rock the boat; to challenge another’s opinion. As much as I would like to…
From farm to city and back again: Listening and loving on the margins
Decades ago, as a child growing up in the rolling hills of Northeast Iowa, I would daydream of…
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