Had to share this amazing poem by Mary Karr (thanks to Cathleen Falsani, who posted this under “Meekness is Strength”). WHO THE MEEK ARE NOT Not the bristle-bearded Igors bent under burlap sacks, not peasants knee-deep in the rice paddy muck, nor the serfs whose quarter-moon sickles make the wheat fall in waves they don’t [...]
Not too long ago I wrote a magazine article about Christian tattoos. The Christian community held off the tattoo fad for quite a while with the idea that the body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, plus there’s that verse in Leviticus 19:28 about not having yourself marked. But that has begun to change. [...]
I pride myself on being raised a cowgirl. My dad was a Texas cowboy, and he raised my sister and I to wrangle horses, shovel out stalls, throw hay bales, and never mind the dirt or the muck. We got thrown off and got back on, we hopped on our favorite quarter horse and rode [...]
“Well, Mackenzie, don’t just stand there gawkin’ with your mouth open like your pants are full,” said the big black woman as she turned and headed across the deck, talking the whole time. “Come and talk to me while I get supper on.” –Elousia/Papa/God in The Shack If you haven’t yet heard of The Shack, [...]
It’s funny … Grian and I are just two ordinary women who decided to have a conversation about our spiritual beliefs. No harm in that, right? Yet both of us were nervous, afraid of being attacked by the other, or ridiculed, or misrepresented. It’s not often that pagans and Christians sit down to talk. We pretty much live and move and worship in separate circles.