It’s such a mundane decision. Such a paltry “sacrifice.” Don’t drink alcohol, except on Sundays, for the next seven weeks. What on earth does that have to do with Jesus’ death and resurrection? With sin and salvation? With fullness of life and God’s glory? I remember reading the Exodus account of the Golden Calf when…

I’m in the home stretch of writing my thesis for Seminary (for those of you who play close attention, I got an extension and it is now due this Saturday. Long story.) on Flannery O’Connor’s Theology of Disability. I’ve learned a lot about theology, disability, and O’Connor, but the unexpected blessing of the past three…

As readers of this blog already know, Penny attends an inclusive preschool. There are about 14 kids in the class–eight who are “typically-developing” and six with special needs. On Sunday, it was Sarah’s (I’ve changed her name) birthday, and she had a “pony party” with all the kids from her class at school. I knew…

Somewhat related to today’s earlier post, I have a new post on 843 Acres: What do your neighbors think about Christianity? It begins: “They will know we are Christians by our love.” At least in my neck of the woods, Christianity is seen as oppressive, intolerant, anti-intellectual and against science. Not a fair assessment, to…

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