Happy Easter week. This is a season when we celebrate new life, resurrection. Yet, you and I have experienced loss. How do we celebrate in the midst of loss? What does new life look like for us? These are good questions, ones shared by Jesus’ disciples and the women at the tomb. What will...

When I was in high school, there were three very fast long-distance runners. Twin sisters came from Prairie View, and the third runner came from Osawatomie. It was the last race of the league meet. The three champions were there. You’re thinking this story about them, right? Nope! The three girls lapped everyone in the...

            My mom loved trees. It was not the tallest, straightest trees that drew her eye. Mom’s favorite trees were scarred by lightning, twisted by winds, scorched by fire. Her favorite trees would be of no use to a carpenter, because there was no “quality” wood there. Her favorite trees were imperfect. She said that...

Coming to Terms with Mesothelioma  According to research, roughly 3,000 people are diagnosed with mesothelioma every year. The three types of mesothelioma are pleural, peritoneal, and pericardial, but the most common one is pleural. Pleural mesothelioma usually strikes people who were exposed to asbestos in the workforce. Regardless of the type of mesothelioma, this rare...

            As we grieve, we hear many voices tell us we “should” do this, should do that, should feel this, should feel that by now, should not do this, should not feel that. Does any of this sound familiar? I propose we ban the word, “should” from the griever’s dictionary. The only should we should...

            My parents had a very different style of traveling than I do.  They would just get in the car in the morning and go. At the end of the day, they would find a motel wherever they were. They rarely if ever made advance reservations. This drove me wild! At least a month in...

            Maybe this one is just for me. I know that I did not realize I was living in “before” until “after.” I did not realize that on February 22, 2015, the way I would view the world would forever change. Life, for me at least, is characterized as “before the accident,” and “after the...

            Fifteen years ago, I was privileged to attend my first General Conference of the United Methodist Church. We met in Pittsburgh, Pa. Everything was “within walking distance.” “Distance” being the operative word. One evening, we were to meet our Bishop for supper at a restaurant a few blocks from the conference center, in of...

            My therapist likens God’s grace to ice cream. First, most of us really like ice cream. Second, even when we are full after supper, we can make room for ice cream. Juanita says ice cream fills in the gaps and covers everything over in yummy. I like that image of grace- that there is...

            On my road trip, I got into some of the snaky, curvy Missouri roads after sunset. It was dark. The road was unfamiliar. Some sections were poorly marked. It was necessary to slow down in order to arrive safely at my motel. Not to mention the fact that I was very tired, having spent...