Oh, the molehills I’ve died upon

  I remember when I first heard about the difference between Calvinism and Arminianism. It was a season of spiritual growth. I was a young mom seeking to know God for the first time even though I had technically asked him “into my heart” ten years earlier. The pastor presented both positions in a good light and said that our flavor of Christianity (Calvary Chapel) landed on a mixture of the two. A handful of years later, when I had space from baby-making and time to look things up on the internet, I began to hunger for more knowledge and details about my faith. Our community and many of our friends were LDS, and that prompted me to seek confirmation click to continue reading…

You missed the boat

Who doesn’t miss the good old days? I mean, 1950s ironically upbeat television totally proved how fabulous life was. In the old days, a man could legally punish his wife, women couldn’t own property, and a dad could trade his daughter for a field, or whatever else benefited the clan. Back in the day, there wasn’t a disease a little bloodletting couldn’t cure. But that’s not exclusively why we miss them. It’s because God was present in the old days. Right now we don’t know if he’ll come through like in the past. He may have parted the Red Sea, but he could have brought us here into the desert to die. We’ve always seen him faithful before but he click to continue reading…

And they’ll know we are Christians by…

I wrote and erased a half-dozen intros today. It’s hard to tolerate all the noise lately. But this is what’s on my heart, and it’s for believers only. There was a song we sang more than 20 years ago in church. Now, I hear it in my head every time I see people holding signs in parking lots. I hear it during gossip or when people point out how one denomination believes, or doesn’t believe. I hear it chasing the hateful phrase “those gays.” I hear it loudest when the thoughts in my own mind are not love. It goes like this: “They will know we are Christians by our love, by our love. Yes, they will know we are click to continue reading…