Why Feet?

I’m not a fan of feet. Oh, I’m thankful for mine, but I don’t generally find feet—with the exception of the Fred Flintstone feet of babies—appealing. So it makes sense to me that washing a guest’s feet was the task of a servant in Jesus’ time. If washing feet was a dirty, smelly job for...

A Little Quiet, PLEASE!

I recently spent a blissfully quiet weekend of retreat at the Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky. I’m not a loud person by nature, but even I didn’t realize how much noise there is in my life until I shut it off for a few days. Oh, there were still sounds—of birds in the trees outside my window, of water...

No High-twitch Muscle Fiber Here

One of the commentators during the Olympics a few years ago made note of a gymnast’s high-twitch muscle fiber. Immediately, my years of being less-than-athletically inclined all made sense to me. It’s high-twitch muscle fiber that I’m missing! It’s not that I ever tried very hard to be an athlete....

Cinch By the Inch

“It’s a cinch by the inch, but hard by the yard” is a maxim I repeat often. When something feels too big for me, I remind myself that I don’t have to tackle it all at once. Breaking it down into smaller pieces makes it more manageable—and less overwhelming. As a college student, I parceled each...

Christmas Every Day

There’s so much hype and hurry as we prepare to celebrate Christmas, yet I’ve already seen a Christmas tree out on the curb. It’s as if taking down the tree and putting away the decorations can’t be done quickly enough for some people. This Christmas season (yes, we celebrate the...

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