Sermons on Easter

On Friday mornings, if I have the time and energy, I usually try to at least start my sermon draft for Sunday before I go over to Foss for worship in the Village. It means I spend less time on Saturday morning staring at a blank Word document. This Friday was no different, as I started to map out where I thought my sermon for this week would be heading. If you had asked…

I am a firm believer that food can be so much more than just nourishment for our bodies. It can help us to feel loved and cared for, especially if someone makes us food while we are sick or injured. Or if they make us our favorite meal simply because they know it is our favorite. It can connect us with our heritage as we make family recipes and can teach others about our…

As someone who had 5 surgeries before I turned 15, I was always ashamed of my scars, especially the incredibly visible ones on my knees. I distinctly remember the “ew gross” that was frequently echoed by my middle school classmates any time I wore shorts when my surgery scars were still healing. It made me feel extra self-conscious, which is already a struggle in middle…