Hot Tea and the Holy Spirit

Abortion. I live in a state (and probably country) where how you feel about this issue determines whose house you're invited to. I am pro-life.  BUT-- before you go adding me to or crossing me off your guest list--let me explain what I mean by that. I am in favor of life--my life, your life, the lives of people in all manner of places, situations, demographics, and, yes, the lives of the unborn.  But it's not as simple as all that.  As Christians, it is our job to speak up for the unspoken for. But if we become singularly obsessed with defending the rights of the unborn, putting all our energy and resources into fighting abortion (and into the campaigns of candidates who promise to do so), we are drastically missing the point. The question I want to ask today is THEN WHAT? Say you outlaw abortion--or on a smaller scale, convince someone not to have one--then what? What happens to the child who isn't raised in a loving, capable family? Or the parents struggling to put food...

If you've ever heard me say, "You have to find your truth," I was probably being ironic.  I like to say it to belligerent toddlers in the midst of semi-comical meltdowns. Truthfully, it's not my favorite saying because it implies that Truth for you can be one thing and Truth for me another. But the truth is we may have beliefs that are mutually exclusive, and one or both of us must be wrong.  And yet, God is a god of diversity. And just like He paints the world we see with colors and textures too numerous to count and too glorious to fully appreciate, He paints the world we don't see with an equally grand palette, inspiring and drawing us to Him in different ways. The way he speaks to you may be completely different from the way he speaks to me. And that is okay. Just the other day I read a beautiful post from a Facebook friend who felt like God was calling her to cover her head when she was out and about and especially during prayer. She felt like doing so was dr...

I am a parent.  Five kids in, you'd think I'd have things figured out, but moments of clarity quickly give way to moments of mind-crushing chaos.  I struggle with the duality of administering grace while remaining consistent in the application of rules that are in everyone's best interest.  Voices, some with faces I know and some a mere amalgam of things I've read or assumptions I've made, fight for dominance in my mind: "You can't let her get away with that." "Oh no he didn't!" "She better not have said what I just heard her say." If you've seen the animated movie Inside Out, you can imagine my blustery red Anger getting all fueled up and ready to spew fire, ready to lay down the law. Often it gets to that point because I let the rules get squishy in the name of grace (or convenience), and consistency goes out the door. Limits get tested, feelings get hurt, vocal chords get strained.  When I consistently apply the rules we ...