This week’s post is the last in a series. “What We See” is worth considering, whether it’s our town, our lives, or our churches. Scroll to the two prior posts if you missed them, so you'll be up to date on this conversation. If we see spaces differently based on our life experiences, emotions and perspectives, then it must be true that we sit down in vastly different churches, even if we are on opposite ends of the same pew. I walk into my home church and those gleaming floors still bear the footprints of beloved, faithful souls who were the church for me, through my childhood and … [Read more...] about What We See: different churches (Part 3 of 3)
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Time Travel
This afternoon, totally out of the blue, I bumped into my eight-year-old self. Suddenly she was where I was, right there, so real I could touch her. (“Me”?) We were moving our son into an apartment in Pella. There are parts of Pella that I know as well as my hometown. Mom took me there every week for years—first for dance lessons and then for piano. We had family reunions there. I love the square, and the tulips, and Jaarsma Bakery. But today, as GPS directed us to my son’s apartment, I found myself in a part of Pella I would have said I didn’t know. We went straight east of the town … [Read more...] about Time Travel