I haven’t always lived in Texas or the South, but over the last few years of living here I’ve heard a phrase that apparently has multiple meanings.
I haven’t always lived in Texas or the South, but over the last few years of living here I’ve heard a phrase that apparently has multiple meanings.
As a clergy couple with a tween, we tend to cherish the family time we have together.
Earlier this summer, Pastor Kagan and I dreamed up a sermon series about women in the Bible.
This summer our son showed an interest in cooking, and scrambled eggs were first on the list.
Every family hands things down. I have my Granny’s china set with tiny daisies around the edges, and her Bible.
I remember almost every moment of my wedding day: the smell of the yellow roses in my bouquet, the feel of Todd’s great-grandmother’s ring slipping onto my finger, and the lightning storm that knocked out the power at our reception.
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.
If you know much about me, you know that I love little nerdy facts.