Appetites shimmy with glee, saliva pools in our mouths, stomachs churn impatiently. Today, we will feast on the bounty placed before us. Succulent meats, savory sides, hearty stuffing, and decadent pies release aromas signaling the time has come. An enticing invitation Long ago the Lord invited the hungry and thirsty to come, buy with no … Continue reading A Feasted Soul
The scene opens on a kitchen. A restauranteur seeks chefs to make food according to the recipes in his book. He tells them they can follow any of the many recipes he provides, but if they decide to make something else they will lose their jobs. At the end of the first day, the new … Continue reading When VBS Comes at You Like Nathan
The 21st has come and gone and I’m sad to see it go. I type this with a left hand of freshly calloused fingers, with Prosecco gummy bears making their way to my stomach, and with a soul aglow. Last night, I got to spend three and a half hours praying, worshiping and feasting with … Continue reading Single Ladies’ Prayer Night
The way it was supposed to work was I go abroad, discover this exotic legume, and, like any good expat, rave about it to friends and family back home. When it came to red bean, though, I just couldn’t. When I lived in China, I would often buy sweets I believed to be chocolate flavored. … Continue reading Red Bean and Singleness: The un-chocolate imposters
“What if I never get married?” my friend asked through sobs. “What if you never get married?” I pushed a little, treading cautiously, “It’s not incompatible with God’s character and goodness that you could remain single while still desiring marriage for the rest of your life.” Silence. “What do you think the Lord might have … Continue reading Enough is Enough: Grace for an approaching army
Unlike my other insecurities, my race felt like a death sentence. The search for the secret to being chosen was supposed to unearth something I could change, but what could I do about being black? A loving and wise Father made me this way but could he work around it? Seven out of ten black … Continue reading I Might Be Beautiful: Black, evangelical, and single
My Independent Woman™ ire flared when I learned in Lao language class how to respond to “Are you married?” There were only two answers: yes and not yet. I attempted “no” in conversation, but was always corrected. I wasn’t married. And, I didn’t know if I ever would be. I wanted to be, but I … Continue reading More than Survivors: Living Single
