I grieve every Christmas. I miss my father the most this time of year. He passed away right before Thanksgiving four years ago. The grief always seemed so out of place with Christmas fast approaching. But this year I know different. I believed it was somehow ungrateful to approach Christmas and the gift of a Savior and King with anything less than unbridled joy. It seemed cheap and flimsy to admit that in the merriment and festivities there was an ache and a void. It seemed wrong to say that …
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How to change the world
You told me the gospel is what truly matters as you spoke and the 5000 listened but you've given us no loaves and fish. We are famished on the gospel you preach because this gospel builds wells in Africa and feeds orphans but it's rude to the lady who works at the falafel stand, while you’re waiting on your spanokopita and greek fries, leaning on the counter with your world-changing friends. And you don't leave a tip in the little jar and you don't look her in the eyes when she takes your …
Thoughts on #Fresh Off the Boat
I have never in the 16 years we’ve been married wished we had cable. I’m not a huge tv person although I’ve been known to binge watch a show or two during my winter hibernation. I’m looking at you, Gilmore Girls. I'm generally satisfied with reruns and streaming a week later or whenever shows come out. I have the attention span of a gerbil when it comes to television. But I watched twitter explode last night, converged on the hashtag #FreshOfftheBoat about ABC network’s primetime show of the …
