Psalm of Praise: A Meditation

Psalm of Praise: A Meditation

Too often, I forget to praise. Surrounded by the scarred remains of what once was Eden, praise seems almost out of place—something frivolous, superfluous. Shouldn’t I be doing more serious things with my time? And yet. The God who calls me to repent and lament also...
A Christmas Eve Reflection

A Christmas Eve Reflection

God, we are weary. We have traveled for many miles, and we still aren’t home. Your timing is not our timing, Lord; and so often, we wonder where you are.   Read more at Evangelicals for Social...
Me and My Drum

Me and My Drum

If my son had been there, in Bethlehem, on the night Jesus was born, he absolutely would have brought a drum to play for the baby. He would have banged on it with all his heart, an earnest little misfit bringing the best gift he could think of in honor of the infant...

Ode to Pointe Shoes

They hang on a hook in my small closet, which ordinarily has no space for sentimentality. Dancers often refer to old pointe shoes as “dead,” a quirk that has transcended every city, every state, every country where I’ve danced: “My shoes are dead.” And my pointe...
Giving Like a Child

Giving Like a Child

“How was the concert?” I asked my two eldest children as they trooped through the door in the wee hours of the morning. “I loved it!” my 14-year-old enthused. “And now I need to make $40 a month, because I signed up to sponsor a little boy in Bangladesh for $40 a...