Many years ago I was invited to a dinner with Dustin Hoffman. And this is what I expected.
Clearly, I’m not a celebrity, and I don’t have cool actor acquaintances, but my friend was on the board of the Chicago Steppenwolf Theater Company and Dustin was in town to star in Death of a Salesman.
My friend was invited to dinner and her husband didn’t want to go so…I got to be her date. Continue reading
It’s “spring” in Minnesota which means when I woke up this morning and it was gray and cold my first thought was, “Thank God it’s not snowing or raining again.”
Spring in Minnesota looks like a boat-load of ugly.
Yes, this is the mountain of soot-covered snow still in our parking lot. We’re thinking we could raise money for missions if we take bets on the date it will finally be gone (and 4th of July is not out of the question).
It does NOT seem like an easy time to choose life. Or to remember that life is there, beneath the surface, hidden in the ugliness of brown dirt. It’s hard to remember that God WILL actually transform that ugliness at some point in the near future.
It’s much the same with seasons, or days of our life. We can recite “God causes all things to work together for good to those who love Him.” but we think, “HOW in the WORLD is God going to change this mistake, this sin, this pain, this relationship and bring LIFE and Beauty from it??? How will God redeem it at all?” Continue reading
It’s early Easter morning as I write this at Starbucks. Husband John has already come and gone to church to proclaim, “He is risen!” at the second of six services (The first was last night. Weird, but I guess it was already Easter somewhere in the world)
As I sit here, some come in dressed in their Easter best – pastel and fancy. All patent leathery. Others wander in their scruffy Sunday morning grunge – either clueless or apathetic or defiant. I wonder which as I watch them.
Last night John got an email from some friends who have had no use for church. It started, “You probably hate those ‘dicks’ who just show up at Christmas and Easter, but ___________(his wife) has had a rough month. Her dad died and she may show up at your church tomorrow.” Continue reading
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