One day, a forgetful friend referred to my book as “Silly Church.” It was an instructive blunder. It got me thinking about the questions the actual name—Foolish Church—might raise. Does it mean “silly”? (“C’mon, church! Let’s pull out our kazoos!”)Does it mean “messy,” as in paints and scissors? (There actually is a Messy Church movement that includes those things; check it out.) Does it mean “funny,” as in The-Marvelous-Mrs.-Maisel-in-the-pulpit?It could mean uninformed or misguided. Ridiculous. Goofy? Ugh! If you go down this path very far, you might ask what kind of a fool would write … [Read more...] about Why Foolish
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The Difference Practice Makes
I thought I couldn’t swim. Not really swim, not the official way, with arms moving and face coming up out of the water to get breaths of air, all the way across the pool. I had lots of lessons as a girl, and I learned the basics of floating and enjoying the water, but I couldn’t ever master that breathing part. I thought I couldn’t do it. It turns out, I couldn’t do it without practice. I figured this out just now, several decades after I had given up. We recently joined a gym, and then I saw the sign-up for swimming lessons. “I’m not a beginner,” I said to the aquatics guy. “Will it … [Read more...] about The Difference Practice Makes