

When God Sits Shiva
When I was in the eleventh grade, I was elected by the history department to represent Lawrence high school at Dirigo Girls State. A week-long event where all the female delegates across the state of Maine gathered at the University of Maine in Orono, to reenact town, county, and state government—we lobbied, made posters, rallied, and campaigned. I can’t recall which political party I was, whether it was Courage or Honesty, but I do recall wearing a bed sheet for a toga. One


Holy Shard!
The story is told of a boy who heard the circus was coming to town and wanted to go, whose father couldn’t afford the tickets. So, as a surprise, the father worked extra hours. When the day came, he presented the boy with one ticket and explained it was all he could afford. He told his son that he would have to go alone. The boy headed to Main Street and watched as the elephants, and the horses, and the clowns exited the train and paraded by him on the curb where he stood. Wh


Women Keep Silent!
I Timothy 2:11-15 & I Corinthians 14:34-35 “What just happened?” These were the words a man asked my husband one Sunday after I preached. “What do you mean?” my husband asked. “What was that?” the man said. “What was what?” my husband asked. “She’s a female! Women aren’t allowed to preach,” the man said. I will never forget how his words made me feel. As women, we face this all the time. I love the story in Luke, where he paints the contrasting picture of two sisters, one who