Think back, as far as you can in your memory, to what might have been your first sense of self. Who were you in relationship to the world around you? What was your primary identity? I imagine that my first sense of identity was as sister. To my older brother, busy building and playing, whose world
Author: Renée Antrosio
The birds are calling to each other; I hear them through my open window. They swoop and dive. Perhaps I will put up a feeder. When I quietly observe in my friends’ gardens, I see the attraction. “…so that the birds in the sky come and nest in its branches.” Matt. 13:32 (CEB) Welcoming the birds is kingdom imagery. A
Sunday was a day of mourning. Did you miss it? I did. Tisha B’ Av– Judaism’s saddest day of the year, observed by a 25 hour fast. Remembering the destruction of both temples, the tragedies suffered by the Jewish people over the course of history, and the 6,000,000 Jews who perished in the Holocaust. Can we say “our
Sudden specificity gets my attention. Isaiah’s vision, conveyed in poetry, has a quotable timelessness. A preacher in any pulpit. The prophetic call to put an end to such evil; learn to do good. (Isaiah 1:16) But then we are introduced to the unpleasant reality of particular armies, attacks, and alliances in Isaiah 7. The politics are real, the leaders and
As we prepare for our fellowship-wide retreat just one month away, Victor Fein reflects on the meaning and purpose of retreats. On each of our journeys, in each of our communities, may we choose and find time for this spiritual practice. Thank you, Victor, for these thoughts to guide us. -Renée The dictionary defines retreat as….
This morning I am reminded of where we truly belong, no matter our current national status: So now you are no longer strangers and aliens. Rather, you are fellow citizens with God’s people, and you belong to God’s household. Ephesians 2:19 (CEB) In this time of national remembrance and celebration, the words of German Lutheran pastor Martin Niemöller
I like to be able to take care of myself. And I’ve tried to raise independent kids. Who can cook, travel alone, fill out forms, and get along wherever they are. I don’t want to have to depend on other people- for myself or for my kids. But Jesus says ask. In order to receive. Asking is
Bright, hot, humid. Summer mornings. I wake most days before my alarm, needing coffee and a word. Or several words, from scripture. I am empty and need to be filled. I realize that most people don’t start their days this way, but at this point in my life, it is hard to imagine any other
The sound of pouring rain above alternates with the rumble of the sump pump below. A critical pairing these days in central Illinois. So the sound of drought pricked my ears: After a while the brook dried up because there was no rain in the land. 1 Kings 17:7(CEB) I enjoy the surprise of reading according to
What lasts? Not individuals, or generations. Anger? Faithfulness? Compassion? Each morning. Each year. A whole life long. Psalm 90 is credited to Moses. Not what I expected. Does that change my imagining of the writer, the experiences and situations that shape perspective? Perhaps. The man of God contemplates the everlastingness of God. Before the mountains were born.