Glimpse of Glory

When my parents were missionaries in Japan, they had colleagues that ran the gamut from liberal Presbyterians to conservative Southern Baptists, and while there were lots of differences, one that seemed most obvious¬† to my teenaged perspective was the differences when it came to alcohol. My parents enjoyed wine and beer, and always tucked little…

Thursday, First Week of Advent

“…as we come to God with our hurts–honestly, not superficially–something life changing can begin slowly to happen….true gratitude embraces all of life: the good and the bad, the joyful and the painful, the holy and the not-so-holy.” I have funerals on the brain this week, so I will share a funeral story from my own…