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By Erin Thomas | Twitter: @erinthomas_123 I woke up this morning with a fresh new blanket of white covering the forest. I pulled back the curtain so I could take in the wonderland from the warmth of my bed. The rest of me cringed with how cold Bombadil House was, and how far my bed was from the little wood stove on the other side of the room. I live in a one room cabin in … [Read More]

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In Poverty and Wealth

As a kid growing up, my family consistently lived in between the margins of financial frustration. We vacillated between not quite enough, and just enough to get by. … [Read More]

An Advent Prayer

Pausing to Say, “Thank You,” and “You’re Welcome!” We’re halfway there, Lord. Halfway. We’re walking through this season of waiting we call Advent, this season … [Read More]

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Back In the (Church) Saddle

By Beth Watkins | Twitter: @iambethwatkins Earlier this year I moved back to the US after being away for six years, with my husband, a new immigrant to America, … [Read More]

There Are No Parables About Microwaves in the Bible

There are no parables about microwaves in the Bible. Trust me, I’ve looked. There are stories about plants and animals and people and fishing nets and coins, … [Read More]

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The Red Couch: Making Room Discussion

It is evening and our kitchen is alive with chatter, squabbles, and the frustrations of children. A meal is finding form in the scrape of a knife against a chopping board; the familiar clang of pots and pans, fetched, stirred and tended. This daily ritual is … [Read More]

Slow Everything Down

I’m a fast person. I type fast. I walk fast. I talk fast. I get tasks done fast. I’m just not a tortoise; I’m definitely a hare. My husband, Jose, always teases me that I can do the same task as him in half the time. This is a good quality in some ways. I … [Read More]

When Leaves Prophesy

The sky was cluttered with autumn leaves like flying fairies set free that morning. They fell from the places where they had been previously huddled together on their own branched bubbles of gold, rusty-red and orange. As we drove to my overdue … [Read More]

Sweaty, Exhausting Peace

I stare at the black metal bar above me. It looks a mile away. I need to jump to reach it. Just the thought of stretching my arms above my head makes my shoulders ache. They’re still sore from two days ago. I steal a glance at the clock, and watch the seconds … [Read More]

To Love, We Have To Be There

I’m at war with myself. Maybe you understand what I mean: feeling that the best parts of ourselves can also be the worst. That the thing we are hungry for, is also the thing that will eat us alive if we’re not careful. That the things we’re gifted … [Read More]

We Are the Church

My story of church began 35 years ago. My first experience took place in a small Nazarene chapel. This was my sanctuary from the day I was born until the day I graduated from high school. It was a small country building, painted white, with a steeple. There … [Read More]

Grown Ups Need Timeouts Too

Recently, a friend of mine posted a verse on Instagram. Psalm 84:5-7, “Blessed are those whose strength is in you … they go from strength to strength.” It’s a perfectly lovely verse, but as I read it, the words that came out of my mouth were an … [Read More]

Teaching a Pessimist to Pray

Hal the Owl Be Your Name When I was young, my mom recited the Lord’s Prayer before bed regularly. I would keep my eyes shut and obediently repeat after her, “Hal the Owl be your name.” Why did Jesus like owls so much? I wasn’t quite sure but I didn’t … [Read More]

The Red Couch: 2018 Book Selections

Tis the season for posts reminiscing about 2017, rating best books of the year, and looking toward the new year. In the land of the Red Couch, this year has been one filled with changes. In March, I was honored to step into the role of editor for this … [Read More]

The Return From Elsewhere

One day you wake up and realize you’ve walked a thousand miles away from home. Yes, your feet still stand on the tile in your kitchen and your clothes still hang crooked in the closet. But your heart. It has long slipped away with the shadows. It … [Read More]

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