His story is a pearl

I think as a child I heard gossip explained to be a situation where you pretended to like someone, but spread lies about them behind their back. It was also called “two-faced” because you don’t really like them but wanted their ruin. But what about gossiping about someone you don’t despise and want to ruin? Or someone you might even love and want to help? I feel like there is another way to share and request information, especially in church culture, that we wouldn’t call gossip, but it works the same because it uncovers things that should remain private. It’s concern for the purpose of prayer. Of course, there is the obvious example of sharing someone else’s prayer request, so click to continue reading…

A taste for lamb

For the past few months, I’ve been reading less fiction than normal. I don’t keep perfect track, but I think I’ve only managed my monthly book club selection since May. I’ll pick something up but not focus enough to finish. Some people read more in the summer, but lately I think I’ve been watching more television. I’ve been watching a drama about a Haredi Jewish family, and recently an elderly woman in it mentioned how she looked forward to seeing her deceased husband in heaven. Her Rabbi son was dismissive, even a little incredulous. He said, “Heaven is segregated!” meaning men on one side and women on the other. It made me laugh and recite Galatians 3:28, “There is no click to continue reading…

Living second-date-able

This post will need a few clarifying statements at the beginning and end. First, it is for unmarried as well as those in a relationship. Second, it is not for guilt toward rocky marriages. When my husband and I took part in premarital discipleship with our church, I didn’t know about clarifying statements. I would say things like, “Try to make your home a shelter for your husband.” Isn’t that lovely? Isn’t that sweet? I’ve since learned, like with inclusive language, sometimes what you don’t say is as important as what you say. So, make your home a safe place—unless there’s abuse. In that case, don’t suffer alone in shame, hiding what goes on and calling a petri dish for click to continue reading…