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Ripples from the Wrinkled

By Amy Chumbley “Mooooom, do we have to go?” Once a week the kids and I went to an assisted living home near our house and visited the elderly people who lived there. Oftentimes we played Bingo and then sat and talked. I wanted my kids to be comfortable around people of all ages, see the value in people our society often forgets, and teach service above self. To be … [Read More]

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As the Father of Daughters

by John Blase | @johnblase Some play this phrase like a card in the wake of injustices to blur their sin of not honoring all women. But this was never to be a … [Read More]

Because We Belong Together

By Naomi Pattison-Williams | Twitter: @NaomiWilliams87 I started learning the story of Canada’s indigenous peoples quite slowly. After marrying a Canadian three … [Read More]

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One of the Most Important Things I Can Do As a Father

By Shawn Smucker | Twitter: @shawnsmucker We were under blankets in the semi-dark, dusky light lining the blinds. I was trying to soothe my 4-year-old’s bruised … [Read More]

When Seasons Don’t Fit Into Neat Boxes

I recently visited an abbey about two hours north of us, near the Wyoming border, for a personal retreat. My plan was to spend a couple days in reflection and … [Read More]

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The Red Couch: Dangerous Territory Discussion

We weren’t supposed to use the “M” word. Speaking, emailing or writing the word “missionary” could endanger us, our organization, or our friends. I worked in China five years with the same organization as Amy Peterson, the author of Dangerous Territory: My … [Read More]

Jesus and Lexapro

[Trigger warning: Content includes mention of depression and suicide.] I am 34 years old. I've had depression and anxiety since I was 12. I attempted suicide twice. A psychiatrist later confirmed I had C-PTSD (Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) from … [Read More]

Jesus, Dig Me Out of These Weeds

By Anika Ortiz | Instagram: @anikacortiz Since we live near rivers, my husband, Matt, thought having a canoe sounded lovely. I agreed. Just not this one! The holes in the hull confirmed my suspicion that this boat would sink the moment it met water. The … [Read More]

Motherhood Un-Wisdom

My stomach precedes me as I navigate between cramped tables and chairs. I wave to aunts I haven’t seen since the last family wedding and cousins who look impossibly grown up. It couldn’t have been that long ago we were skating in woolen slippers around Oma’s … [Read More]

I Have a Responsibility to the Stories Gifted to Me

Last month, I went to Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan with nine other women from SheLoves to participate in the Atamiskakewak National Gathering. The gathering brought together indigenous and non-indigenous peoples to learn and talk together about the Truth and … [Read More]

Thinking of the Next Big Thing

I spent 15 years of my life dancing. Everyone gasps at the show-stopper steps, but I’ll tell you a secret: the bedrock of ballet is the “transition” steps: the rather quotidian, easy movements that three-year-olds learn their very first class. A pile is a … [Read More]

A Sojourner in a Foreign Land

The sound of the waves has faded into memory by now and the story of deliverance threatens to dissipate right along with it. Free from bondage, witnesses to miracles beyond belief, we thought we’d be settled by now. As our feet dig circles in the burning sand … [Read More]

Transitions are Storytellers

The summer I turned five, my parents emptied our home into brown boxes and scattered loose items throughout our garage and driveway for a summer garage sale. Strangers pulled up and parked around our cul-de-sac in small clusters and made their way in and out … [Read More]

Bring On the Yirah

Our world is in transition. Roseanne Barr does not get to fly off into a racist rant without facing the consequences. Harvey Weinstein does not get to abuse his power and privilege in hotel rooms. Bill Cosby is under house arrest and awaiting sentencing … [Read More]

When You Live in the Fear of Inevitability

I sat quietly in the exam room, waiting. The walls were a dull, slate grey, a far cry from the waiting room full of natural sunlight and designer furniture specifically arranged to make us forget where we were. There were no windows in this exam room, no … [Read More]