Love mercy, even though it’s not fair

Last week we examined how God’s people are to act justly. Now we turn our attention to the follow-up command of Micah 6:8: Love mercy. mercy /ˈməːsi/ noun compassion or forgiveness shown towards someone whom it is within one’s power to punish or harm. What’s not to love? Yet from a human perspective, mercy is…

Act Justly, but how?

The Bible is clear; as Christians we are to ‘defend the cause of the oppressed’. What seems less clear is how? And which injustices? How do we live out Micah 6:8? And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. Tragically, dauntingly, many are…

Storytime: Mother of My Son

Remember storytime? Remember sitting criss-cross applesauce on carpet squares in the Public library? I do. Fondly. During this crazy new world of quarantine, I’ll be reading/recording my novel Mother of My Son on youtube. My hope is to post a couple chapters every weekday, 7pm London UK time, 1pm US central time. No one likes…

This Is the Time

This is the time to rediscover Old books, old movies, old games, each other How technology connects us and less can sustain How sunshine, bloom, wind, and rain Are gifts.   This is the time to reorder Our shelves and closets and drawers jammed with junk. Our muddled thoughts and careless words Our misplaced priorities,…

10 Cultural London Surprises

Ten Cultural London Surprises (from an American Midwesterner’s point of view) My Love. For a city known for its aloofness, strangers sure can come on strong. Don’t take it seriously when the Tesco bloke (grocery delivery) or cashier at Wilko (a wannabe baby Target) refers to you as My love. Your love? I hardly know…

Child of Weakness

If I could take on a superpower it would be not to need sleep. I like sleep, yet it doesn’t seem to fancy me, especially this past week as jet leg kicks our butts something fierce. Insomnia, no matter the reason, forces us to face the reality of our human weakness. Even when we desperately…

Don’t Touch My Cookies

Originally posted on Rachel Allord:
*Don’t Touch My Cookies originally appeared in MomSense, November 2012. I handed each of my children a lump of cookie dough and gave them carte blanche on cutting out and decorating. “But this,” I said, raising my own ball of dough like Scarlet O’Hara holing up a fistful of Tara,…

Walk With Me

The other week I took a long walk with a new friend. From our southwest London neighborhood, we walked through the commons to Richmond Park where – oh the blessed history of it all – King Henry the 8th used to hunt deer. Six miles on foot, lunch by the Thames, and a bus ride…

Give Weeds a Chance

My garden weeds were actually flowers. I just didn’t know it a few months back. I almost pulled those gangly eyesores. But the pink roses that bloomed unexpectedly in my own back garden, without any help from me, prompted me to take a wait and see approach. After all, I had limited horticultural knowledge in…

Just an American in England on the 4th of July

4th of July, 2019. It’s strange to be here in lovely London. Today will not include fireworks or sparklers or hotdogs or star-shaped, red Jell-O jigglers or parades or flags waving or freedom from school. It will include watermelon and corn on the cob corn salad and celebrating with American friends. It’s just past eight…