We’ve been traveling a bit.
In the past month, we’ve spent time in seven cities across ten states (well, nine states and a province) in two countries, from Toronto, Canada to Jacksonville, Florida.
We’ve been traveling a bit.
In the past month, we’ve spent time in seven cities across ten states (well, nine states and a province) in two countries, from Toronto, Canada to Jacksonville, Florida.
A lot of ink has been spilled lately over the color of some coffee cups.
Starbucks’ seasonal red cups have been decried (ridiculously) by some Christians as an attack on Christmas. Apparently, the snowflakes and ornaments and snowmen on previous years’ cups are sufficiently religious symbols, but the color red is not. Never mind the convention of printing Christ’s words in red or the tradition of using red and green as Christmas colors
The thing just won’t get off my Facebook feed, and that prompted me to think again about something that bothers me often, something that came up a few times at cross-cultural missionary training last month.
My Dad LOVES coffee.
Growing up, I always saw him having a cup with his brothers or other guests. Just enough sugar, just enough milk, and just enough space left by the coffee for it to spill out of the mug when he stirred it. Coffee with breakfast, coffee with lunch, and coffee with supper. Even coffee at night when he couldn’t sleep. Hmm… I woke up again… better have some more coffee.
For Dad, coffee was a source of energy, a joyful treat, and a ceremony of friendship and affection.
Billy and I are a lot alike. We both love hamburgers, chocolate milk, and Legos, airplanes, building things (and crashing them together), rough-housing and tickles, and telling Sophie what a good dog she is.
We’re also different in some ways. Continue reading →
I try to grow in my faith and understanding, to follow Jesus ever more closely, and to speak only things that uplift, inspire, inform, or amuse.
Like most people I know, though, I am human, and I sometimes say the wrong thing clearly or the right thing imperfectly.
Anything I say poorly is my own fault and should not be taken to reflect the views of my God, my church, my fellow Christians, or the missionary organization through which I formerly worked.
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