This Pastor Has Nothing to Say

The Money Pit

For the last twelve years my husband and I have lived in a parsonage. For those of you who don’t know all the churchy terms, a parsonage is a dwelling place (usually a house) that is owned by a church for the use of their pastor. We have been blessed that each...

Life Hurts Sometimes

Trigger warning…Suicide                             Life hurts sometimes. Today is one of those days for me. Just a few days ago we found out that the son of dear friends of ours, a young man...

It’s Imago Dei, Not Imago Flaw

I have been thinking a lot about imago dei lately. Many of you probably know what that is, at least in concept. Many of you may have never heard the term. However, I am almost positive you have heard the English translation of the phrase. It means “image of God.” As...

Pickleball, Life, and Church

When I got to Deming almost three years ago, I joined the group that plays pickleball in the gym on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I am not a good player. But it is fun, and I get some exercise when I am doing it. One of the funny things I have found about pickleball, or at...

A Meal or A Burden?

The year I turned thirty, long before I was a pastor, I had to have surgery on my foot. By this time, I had broken my toe at least seven times – the result of an initial break which displaced the bone, was never reset properly (because you really can’t do anything...