Our individual God

Last year, I read through the New Testament in Spanish to help learn vocabulary. The Olive Tree App has a helpful feature where you can parallel two Bible versions at once. I could glance at the English side anytime I didn’t understand. Spanish doesn’t have rule breakers like English, so if you can pronounce the alphabet, you can pronounce words. But, sometimes it was easy to say the words and let my mind wander, since I can’t think in Spanish yet. I often had to pull back and start a section over. This forced me to focus differently; word by word, and to foster comprehension instead of just make sounds. I started reading to decipher what the text said, instead click to continue reading…

The hevel that you know

Tomorrow is the second Tuesday in November. I find myself happy that 2023 is not a presidential year. We hopefully have 12 more months before another civil war reenactment, where brother rises against brother and son against father. Maybe it’s our country’s legacy to fight our family to the death over state’s rights and racial inequality. I’ve always considered it a duty to vote, even though I was pretty young when I first heard Stalin’s discouraging quote about the one who counted the votes deciding more than the one who cast them. It still felt very American, since some countries don’t have an opportunity to think about their preference for one overlord more than another. However, I often treated voting click to continue reading…

Where God guides

The first time I heard “Where God guides—He provides,” was during the time I desperately wanted to own a home, so we wouldn’t have to keep wondering where we’d live. I was standing on someone’s deck in Tahoe and staring at an expansive, grassy lawn. Bordered by pine and aspen, the lawn sloped down into a strawberry garden. It was that typical tour you get when you visit people’s homes for the first time. This is how my husband always gives ours:  My first thought (and I probably said it back then because I’m still only an orange belt in watching my mouth) was, “I wish God would guide me.” Granted, I’m sure financial reward isn’t the original intention click to continue reading…

The rain falls on my enemies and neighbors

We’ve been getting lots of rain lately. I don’t read a weather almanac, or keep a journal to compare years, but it seems like I remember getting excessive rain most every April. Maybe it’s just late this year. My grandma always mentioned the Farmer’s Almanac and in my child brain I thought of it like some sort of horoscope or divination. Come to find out it has weather predictions and planting dates based on tabular data and tide tables… My grandfather’s livelihood depended on frost forecasts and planting dates. I’m not as connected to the land as God intended, but I know we need the rain. I still understand it as a good thing, even though our house is a click to continue reading…

Grace bombs for the long haul

I’ve heard the LGBTQ+ community showers people with love-bombs. But I don’t think they’re only group who accepts converts and postulants with rejoicing. The LDS church here in Boise sent a crew to help us move and bring dinner, even though we did not attend their church. The church we attended didn’t send anyone. Well, one guy showed up. But he didn’t stay long and seemed confused about the moving furniture part. It’s arguable that some faiths have a better practice of community, but I don’t think it was because our church didn’t want to help or embrace people. I actually think it has something to do with how humans invite people to their beliefs. I’ve seen Christian churches without click to continue reading…