Guest Blogger

I remember when I first saw the Passover story from a Jewish perspective. In high school, I belonged to a peer group of people from many faiths.

We all have our traditions, don’t we?

For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.

Four years ago, I published a book titled “Love Remembers.”

Music is a special part of our worship experience, and I love the Psalms.

Before our last move, Ryan and I had been searching for a church community to be part of for 4 years.

I love this Bible verse, though it took me many years, probably decades, to trust it.

“Relationships are everything.” My precious mother often repeated this phrase to my brother, sister, and me as we grew into adulthood.

In the 1990s, in Cape Elizabeth, Maine, after a chilly night, as the temps rose from the forties and the sun burned through the ocean fog, the new day would rest upon my face: warmth: blessed warmth.

Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A. No, that’s not a typo.