Do you sometimes feel like a misfit or useless? Or even worse, think of others as such? What a shame it is when we overlook those we see as unimportant. Or judge them without even really knowing their story. Just as many did with the poor widow who put all she had into the temple offering.
Aren’t we lucky? Daily concerts, right outside our door! Think it sounds great? Well then, I’d like to invite you for a visit. A special trip, meeting the many wonderful people we know from north to south, and east to west! All over this land! And, when we’re at home, you can enjoy the free concerts with us!
Be it the English Sally Lunn, Germany’s Pretzels, France’s Crepes, the Tortillas of Mexico, the Kulich of Russia, the Kouloras of Greece, or the Hebrew Challah, bread is the staff of life in many cultures. Which is why breaking bread signifies friendship, unity, and hospitality.
We’ve lived fun and adventure, traveled the globe, learned words in many languages, and learned to embrace different cultures! And on a shoestring budget, staying right at home! “How is that possible?” you ask. Through the hearts of our guests sharing the love they have for their homeland, or their passion for things like painting, making balsamic vinegar, or cooking.
The road often seems long and hard, doesn’t it? And not understanding why, we start to grumble and complain. (Come on, please tell me I’m not the only one!) We forget that life in Christ is a journey in which God calls us to keep going further up and further in with him.
Communication has existed from before the beginning of time. And it began with God, when he created everything, through speech. He simply spoke and it all came into being.
The topic of marriage cropped up at a neighborhood dinner this past Christmas, after they learned that Hubby and I have been happily married 43 years. “What’s your secret?” they asked with both incredulity and admiration.
I can picture her still so old and frail, hobbling up the steep hill leaning on her pair of homemade walking sticks. “What do you have there Zia (Aunty)?” my husband asked, pointing to the open-mesh bag on her kerchief-covered head. While I just gaped, wondering how many other nasty things she’d carried on that seldom-washed, dirty headscarf!
“Who needs the church?” As pastors we heard that question often, albeit in various forms. And people had many reasons for quitting the church; a trend that seems to have grown during lockdowns. Even now as lockdowns are easing, I’ve read articles declaring in-person meetings unneccessary.