A Thorn in His Brow

“Ouch, wait!  There is something hurting my foot.”

I brought the hiking crew to a sudden halt as I examined my river shoes.  Thinking it was a sharp rock, I shook my foot to force the pebble out one of the openings.  With a few more steps and a few more shakes it was obvious that the stone would not be deterred.  It was eager to take a bite out of my big toe. 

Stop Sitting Still in Church!

I grew up in a legalistic church where skirts for girls were required, hair over a boy’s ear was forbidden, and musical instruments in worship were scandalous.  Although I was allowed to participate in an underground Amy Grant album exchange, my family characteristically abided by the demands of the church.  Especially on Sunday.