Boldly Unashamed of It All

By Ward Shope “…it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that...

Thankful for the Longing

By Debbie Shope I recently was offered an old, beat-up aluminum pitcher which I was happy to accept. My husband,...

My Chair

By Ward Shope It’s 4 o’clock on a Friday afternoon and Fae and I are closing up shop at the...

Handling the News

By Ward Shope Perhaps I shouldn’t admit this, but I rarely take a deep look at the news anymore. Much...

A Teacher’s Summer Syllabus

By Jane Highley Summer has finally arrived, and like many teachers, I am already basking in the freedom of a...

Comfortable or Flourishing

By Todd Hill When Ethan was in preschool, he was told to draw a picture of his family. He did...

Hospitality

by Charlotte Gleason My husband, Jamie, grew up in the type of small town depicted in countless country songs. Wildlife...

Muddy Feet

By Debbie Shope I was reading about the Exodus recently and was struck by the idea that the waters parting,...

Mother-Daugher Overnight

By Sarah Gammage I am not a big “retreat person.” But when my daughter asked me to go spend some...

Spring Has Sprung

By Tim Shaw When we moved from New England to Pennsylvania, we arrived in July, in the middle of a...

Trust Gravity

By Ward Shope Probably every family develops or passes on silly sayings to the next generation. When my father wanted...