by Marie Duquette Dear God, Remember when I prayed to you for the family who had gathered to write victim statements for the judge during
A collaborative project of prayers specifically written by women during 2021, that address the situations we find ourselves in at this moment of history.
I was recently interviewed by Crazy Wisdom in Ann Arbor about what I had observed as a faith leader during the past year, given the
I call him my little buddy. He is about 9 years old with chestnut brown hair and a lopsided smile. His father gives me the
JULY 13, 2019 37 Then the legal expert said, “The one who demonstrated mercy toward him.” Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.” — Luke 10: 37
“And without wanting to put a damper on all the lovely remembrances you can buy at any Hallmark store for this occasion, it’s important to remember the way we have been sold to celebrate Mother’s Day is not what the three women who founded it had in mind!”
I have carried my journals, in a large Rubbermaid container, for 30 years, through more than 20 moves across city, county, and state lines. They
By Marie Duquette I’ve posted this piece before, but not recently. The image that came to me here of Jesus’ emerging from the tomb is
What I’ve Learned is a feature in Esquire magazine that highlights interviews in a unique format. A lifelong subscriber, I’ve read What I’ve Learned by
I was recently one of two pastors in a circle with 12 middle school students when the kids began venting about how they feel at
I took Sam for a ride in the pony yesterday. Sam is 3 years old. The first time I met him was at his great-grandparents
by Desirée Uhrich Something happened to me and I will never be the same. You know what happened, Lord. I don’t need to write it down. But
One in a series of prayers for extreme situations called Prayers I Never Wanted To Need.
by Donna Arington Petraits March 17, 2021 An ordinary day. Sun sinking on an early spring evening. Warm for March, and perfect for playing hide
by Karen Martin Kepner God, you saw me. I got out of the car and put on my mask. I opened the back gate of
by Julie Martin Hutson, In Memorium The ground gapes, but only slightly, to receive this small one It is as though the ground were a
