Here we are, Passion Week before us. The crowd who cried out “Hosanna” had hoped for a mighty king to save them and put down the oppressive Roman government so that they could live in peace and freedom. They didn’t understand that the One who came on a lowly borrowed donkey would bring ultimate wholeness…
Author: Linda Miller
Blessed Emptiness
“Blessed emptiness” seems like an oxymoron, doesn’t it? If the glass is empty, how can I feel blessed? What does it have to offer me? How can I be blessed and empty at the same time? I believe it was in a short video devotional with John Ortberg that I first heard these words, but…
Duct-Taped Compassion
(THE FINAL EIGHT RHYMES) It’s hard to believe that my dad has been gone almost twenty years. Our family took a trip back east in August 2003 to visit him in the hospital, and then I returned again once or twice to see him in the ICU after radical surgery which left him unable to…
From Broken Mess to Brokenness
(EIGHT MORE RHYMES) The other day, I tried to write the word “brokenness”, and my computer auto-corrected to “broken mess”. I thought, what an appropriate title for a blog. We often find ourselves in the middle of a mess, and we are all broken people. Two realities that coexist in life. I don’t know about…
Peace in the Broken Pieces
(EIGHT MORE RHYMES) Forty-five years ago, I had just finished my second year of teaching second grade in an elementary school outside Harrisburg, PA. The teachers of that tiny school were invited to a faculty BBQ to celebrate the end of another successful year. Life was good, and I was feeling a bit more confident…