The Christian season of Lent began last week. Lent begins with Ash Wednesday and ends with the celebration of Easter. Lent is my favorite season of the Christian liturgical year. It is traditionally thought of as a season of preparation for the glory of Easter, marked by sacrifice and austerity to make the Easter celebration all the more joyous. If you grew up in the church, you might remember giving something up during this season. At the Lutheran school I attended, most of

Last weekend I went back to visit the place I used to live in New Mexico and was ambushed by some of my thoughts and feelings. The New Mexico period was a chapter in my life full of bright hope and deep disappointment, when I was both nourished and starved, a place of vision and of dark depression, of lasting friendships and surprising deceptions. What was I looking for on my return trip, and why did I find myself weeping so often? What did I gain by going back? Why do an

I have watched the “Me too” movement rise and expand like many of you have also witnessed. It is quite a movement in more ways than I can express here. In fact, my addressing this issue will surely fall short in comparison to the importance that these women are bringing to our attention. I watch the stories unfold, and I have enough self-awareness to feel saddened, ashamed, and convicted. I feel convicted as in the Spirit’s voice speaking inside of me. I am aware of such pain

We were outside. The late afternoon sun glittered off the melting snow. I shoveled snow and listened to my daughter’s giggles and requests to “do it again.” She and my husband were finally getting to use the new sled we purchased weeks ago. And then I heard the birds. I looked up to my neighbor’s tree and noticed three of them perched near the top. It was discordant…birds in January? “Isn’t that strange,” I asked my husband, “hearing those birds singing?” “It’s uncommon,” he