A gray-haired man, in dirty jeans and a torn white shirt, sat at the edge of the sidewalk. University students, class-bound, hustled by. Was that a spot of blood on his face? He’s holding his head. He moaned as I passed by. His smell followed me. A policeman will be along soon. If they call …
Author Archives: Karen
Court Room or Throne Room?
During worship last night at small group, I thought, some of us feel we have a court date with God every day. When we finished singing, and I shared that thought, several people laughed in recognition. We think we have to appear before the eternal Judge every night, answering for our daily transgressions, fearing his …
New Approaches
Walking west on Oregon street this spring, I’ve admired a hanging planter hidden by its profusion of petunias, lobelias and baby’s breath. Suspended from a small overhang shading the front steps, it completes the inviting entryway to a frame house. This morning, walking from the other direction, I noticed a bed of white daisies and …