Last week I told you about Miguel washing my feet while I sat at the riverside in the Dominican Republic (you can read the full story here). My dirty feet took me down a path to see my heart in the story of Jesus washing his disciple’s feet, which also helped me see...
This spring I participated in a foot washing ceremony. Two actually. The first occasion was planned. I was part of a team who washed the feet of women who dedicate their lives to service. We took off the participants’ shoes, placed their feet in warm water, washed and...
Within a week we’ll be sending three of our boys in different directions for the summer. Two will go “woofing” in Wyoming and the other will go to Stellenbosch, South Africa for a sports ministry internship. No, I didn’t misspell roofing, it’s “woofing” – world wide...
The cross is hard for us to think about. We prefer to make it a small footnote of the Easter story and primarily focus on the resurrection. If I were following Jesus in his days, I’d rather dismiss myself from the table before he washed the disciples’ feet and join...
With the approaching Easter weekend, I’ve been reading about the cross and resurrection from a collection of authors in the book, “Bread and Wine”. I thought I’d share this meaningful quote with you by Evelyn Underhill. “To look at the...
The blister on my hand and sore squatting muscles are signs that it’s spring break (or maybe more of a sign that I’m out of shape). I’ve been working in the flower beds pruning roses, raking leaves and pulling weeds that manage to grow when nothing...
