When I’d rather be in bed instead of church

I woke up that cold and rainy Sunday morning and I knew it right away: the last thing in the world I wanted to do was go to church. We had moved to a new town the day before and I just wanted to stay in bed. We were supposed to have an extra-long choirContinue reading “When I’d rather be in bed instead of church”

Who decides what a significant life is anyway?

All I wanted was a donut. On a rainy Saturday morning, Sarah was attending an association conference for the United Church of Christ and I decided to tag along, thinking that we could spend some extra time together (hello, Pastor’s Wife life) and then go out to lunch afterwards. We ran the block from the car to theContinue reading “Who decides what a significant life is anyway?”