My Eternal Bucket List

Talk of bucket lists elicits thoughts of adventurous activities like skydiving or mountain climbing or traveling to exotic places.

While I understand the human desires and goals expressed in bucket lists, and even the wisdom of writing them down and remembering them, bucket lists seem a little short-sighted to me.

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Losing My Voice, Finding Humility

I was studying the Bible, teaching what I learned, leading a class full of people that I genuinely loved and had just finished a master’s degree in Communication and Culture. I felt like I had arrived. I would use my voice to the glory of God.

Then everything changed.

A stroke and a change in my teaching role caused me to lose confidence in my voice. See the full article at The Perennial Gen.

Mentored In The Soul of Hospitality

My parents are the soul of hospitality, and their secret is not complicated.

They love people.

In the age of Pinterest, entertaining can seem a bit overwhelming. We think we must set a creative table, spend hours preparing a fussy appetizer and then produce a gourmet meal to be a successful host. I’ve tried it. It’s a lot of work, and if the host and hostess are exhausted by the time their guests arrive, hospitality will be the loser.

My parents taught me that hospitality is deeper and more relational than preparing a beautiful table brimming with inspired food choices. 

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