A few weeks ago while in the car my oldest son made a confession. After he prepped me with a lot of, “I’m really sorry” and “I don’t mean to offend you,” I was on the edge of my seat. What was this big confession? What could be so upsetting?
Then, he laid it on me, “Mom, I don’t like beets.” ...
Each Sunday morning our church walks through a time of confession. Before we spend a few moments silently confessing (and wow, isn't that needed) we pray, aloud, a prayer of confession. This week I found this prayer especially compelling - I had to share it. I hope we'll let this sink deep and shine light into the corners of our hearts this week.
The practice of fasting from meat, Facebook, or fine bourbon is pointless if that practice of absence does not fix our attention on the presence of our loving, long-expected Jesus. During this Lent, let our fasting from screens or coffee with cream serve as a way of weaving a new garment onto which the healing patch of salvation will one day be stitched. As we say ‘no’ for the first time on Ash Wednesday, we are unstopping the bottle that eagerly awaits the new wine of God’s indescribably effervescent presence.
- Adam Lorenz
When I strip down whatever persona I put forth to the world and try to get to the root of it, I think I might be able to say for nearly a decade my life has been driven by the simple mantra of ‘Don’t be that guy.’
Hello from the farm on the Easter Shore of Maryland.
Now a city girl my roots are deep and strong in the soft earth of the farm. When our family escapes to the farm I find myself holding my breath to savor the smell of fresh, exposed earth in my lungs. As the calendar rolls from Advent, to Christmas and then into Epiphany the farm and farmer rest.
With January underway I look around and wonder how everyone is feeling. There’s so much expectation with the New Year. I tend to really build it up in my head… “It’s a fresh start… for my career, my family, my health, my home! I’m going to seize the day! I’m going to be SUPER ME!” And I know a lot of you have a similar inner dialogue.
But then life plays out...