Christmas is Coming

Christmas is Coming

You can feel it in the air. The slow shift. The eager waiting. The world hums with hope. Lights begin to appear on porches. Music returns to the airwaves. Our hearts remember what they almost forgot—the story that never grows old. Christmas is coming. But not...
After Thanksgiving

After Thanksgiving

The dishes are done. The house is quiet. The leftovers have become reminders. Reminders of time. Reminders of grace. The rush slows, but reflection remains. We start thinking of what’s next—December, Advent, Christmas. But something inside us still lingers in...
During Thanksgiving

During Thanksgiving

Remembering past Thanksgivings. Appreciating present ones. The table is full. So are our hearts. So are our stories. The noise of laughter and conversation fills the room. Plates clatter. Candles flicker. Someone tells a story that everyone’s already heard, and still,...
The Last Day of Classes

The Last Day of Classes

The Last Day of Classes The last day of classes always sneaks up on us. We count the weeks. We count the hours. And suddenly, we’re counting memories. The halls echo differently today. There’s laughter, yes. But also sighs. A sense of something ending. A strange...
I Will Try

I Will Try

I asked the students in my spiritual formation class who would volunteer to pray a specific way in a room where we had gathered. The place was significant. I told a little of the story—the history, the purpose of that room. I thought it would be an ideal location to...
The Power of Stories

The Power of Stories

I read their stories—words written late at night, words carrying weight, words searching for release. I hear their testimonies— spoken softly, sometimes through tears, sometimes through smiles that hide what the heart still feels. I listen to creative confessions and...