A few days before Easter: I stride in boots down the gravel road that runs past our house, look back at heel prints left in soft dirt. Water and half-melted snow pool in ditches. I scoop up a handful of soggy gravel and smell it, but the peculiar scent of earthy spring is not in […]
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Until last December, I thought the only person to have come out of a grave alive were Jesus and Lazarus. Since then, I’ve added another person to my list: Kim. It happened at my great aunt Lydia’s funeral, held on a Monday in late December. The service was lovely. Aunt Lydia had been well-loved in
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I started out young in my testing of God. I was probably twelve years old when I sat in the green lawn under a tree, holding a bunny in my lap and wondering whether God was real. The black-and-white-spotted bunny nestled securely between my legs morphed with the Bible verses rolling around in my mind.
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I was drying dishes the other day, while my youngest sister, Elizabeth, washed. Since there is no room in our old farmhouse kitchen for a dishwasher, we wash them by hand, like pioneers. And with eight constantly-consuming adults in the family, that is no easy task. The one good thing about doing dishes the old-fashioned
Forty men, at the command of the emperor, kneeling naked on the ice, staunch in their refusal to worship any but the One-God. Forty men singing praises, their bodies buffeted by wind and stung by particles of snow. One man can’t take it anymore; he jumps up and runs from the ice, recanting his faith.
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