Happy Easter! He is Risen!

We have been on a journey, a migration from Ash Wednesday to Good Friday and now Easter Sunday. For some, it has been a long, hard journey filled with ups and downs, heartache and even suffering as we have grown closer to what it means to follow Jesus to the cross. Even so, we celebrate on this day the hope that overcomes sin, death, and any problem with which we or our world may struggle.

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Sacrificial Giving

Giving is not easy. It creates the need for intentional discernment, consistent conversation with my husband about priorities, and faithful tracking of finances. Then, there is the issue of sacrifice. How is my giving a sacrificial act of discipline and formation in relationship with God and others?

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Go and Do Likewise

“Where are the homeless in Collin County sleeping tonight?” A community-minded church member asked me this one day as we prepared for a winter night below freezing. She sat on the Homeless Coalition of the county and was often leading and participating in efforts of justice and transformation. The question changed me. It changed me because I didn’t know the answer. I didn’t even know where to start. It changed me because it forced me to think outside myself and frankly, outside the walls of the church. The question stopped me in my tracks and opened my heart and sense of compassion for all of God’s people.

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A Simple Invitation

Inviting is a part of our DNA in the church. In my middle school years, I received a life-changing invitation from a friend. I was going to church, but she invited me every week (I mean every week!) to go with her to youth choir and youth group on Sunday evenings. After many invitations, I said yes. It would be these experiences on Sunday evenings that would move me in a deeper way to receive the grace of Christ and begin to give it to others. 

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My Own Strength or God's Grace?

I was eighteen. The word was tough. My dad was having a heart attack. This word interrupted my Senior Year abruptly. We soon learned he would recover physically, but my world was broken. I remember going to worship the Sunday after and melting like a puddle at the communion rail. Something had dramatically changed in my life. I couldn’t fix my dad. I had a choice. Would I continue to find my identity in my own strength and power or lean into the faith I knew by heart?

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