’twas the night before school

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‘Twas the night before school, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a louse.

(Because I bombed the heck out of my kid’s hair last week to rid it of those deplorable creatures. Thank you, summer camp.)

The backpacks were hung in the mudroom with care, outfits were chosen including clean underwear.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of new friends and math danced in their heads.

With Dad in his PJs and I as well, we trod off to bed satisfied that summer was swell.

When in the next bedroom there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.… Keep Reading

am i racist?

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Situated on the plains of Northwest Ohio and protected by a perimeter of corn and soy bean fields sits the place where I call my childhood home. At ten years old and gifted with all the time in the world, our bikes would take us from one end of town to the other all summer long until the school bells began to ring again in the Fall. We’d then exchange towels and goggles for paper and pencils and re-engage with reading and arithmetic.

I never noticed how monotonously white my classmates were. If asked, I would have said we were a diverse bunch (if I had known what that meant).… Keep Reading

baby steps to a closer marriage

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We recently introduced our daughters to the early nineties classic movie What About Bob?. I am a firm believer that wisdom can be found just about anywhere and often times in the most unlikely of places, so I was happy to be reunited with the wisdom of Dr. Leo Marvin when he suggests that Bob take baby steps – “set small, reasonable goals for yourself one day at a time.”

Dr. Leo is a genius. Can I get an amen?!?

In our now 20 years of marriage, I have found no easy magic formula for a successful marriage, but I have concluded a few things.… Keep Reading

creation groans

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The grass crunched beneath me as I crossed the yard. Blades of dry, brown grass poked through the openings in my sandals. The ground that was desperately trying to sustain the grass was hard and cracked, begging for a drink. I turned on the sprinkler to give it some relief from the hot sun.

Coming back inside, I set the timer for the sprinkler and sat down at the computer to clear out some emails. This article was in my inbox from Sojourners: How Would Jesus Respond to Famine? I had heard of the drought and resulting famine in Africa, but I didn’t appreciate the scale.… Keep Reading

creation speaks

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“What is your major?” a polite, but confronting woman asked me over the phone.

I held the receiver to my ear as I sat in a room full of several peers who attended my conservative Christian college. We were cold-calling alumni and doing are best to squeeze money out of the them. I hated it, but the job paid for my books.

“Chemistry,” I stated.

“So you’re a scientist,” she declared, more convinced of it than I.

“Yes, I suppose,” I conceded.

“Then tell me – do you believe in creation or evolution or both? You must have an opinion,” she accused me.… Keep Reading