Month: December 2013
For My Young Married Friends
This post detonated on my newsfeed: 23 things to do instead of getting engaged before you’re 23. I can see why. It’s funny and relatable and seems really true. As a single 24 year old,...
Making the most of 2014’s clean slate
I’m looking forward to a fresh start. 2013 was a pretty good year. Almost nothing to complain about and it definitely had its fair share of highlights. But, for some reason — maybe 2013’s equally...
I’m going to let you down
You know what sucks? This whole “Duck Dynasty” conundrum—that’s what. I don’t even watch the show, but I’ve been reading blogs and articles about it like it’s my job—and because that’s all the internet seemed...
A heavenly host of nativities
I really like my mom’s collection of nativity sets. They’re from all over the world and show a variety of takes on the day of Jesus’ birth. Some of them are beautiful and some are...
A Christmas post
Originally, I was going to write about the war on Christmas. About how, yes, we need to know what the holiday is all about — the human birth of the Son of God — and...
This journey is made of many steps
By the time you’re 75, your heart will have beat 2.5 billion times. It takes about 5 million steps to hike the Appalachian trail. You’ll spend over 2 million minutes in school by the time...
Counting to a Trillion
The church is dark still. You’re early and someone left the window open. You didn’t want to come this early, but you couldn’t help it. You’re in charge of the kids this morning, and you...
When superheroes get religion: I’ll take Malala over Kamala every time
Wavy black hair. Olive skin. She’s fashionable, with the patterned scarf and the rings and the jeans fitting just so. People assume she’s Arab — like they know what that means — but she’s Pakistani....
5 Reasons I’m Glad I Was Raised Reformed
1. Everything is spiritual One of my favorite things about the Reformed Church is its emphasis on the total sovereignty of God. The byproduct of that mantra is recognizing that there are no truths that...
The pines of Southwest Michigan
We’re between major holidays, and now that I’ve overshot my yearly quota for digesting pumpkin-flavored things — and regained the power to stand upright — it’s time for one of my favorite Christmas traditions: listening...