Earlier this year we had a “mouse problem” in our attic and I nearly lost my ever-loving mind! As soon as I thought we’d caught the last of them, more scratching would be heard between the attic floor and downstairs ceiling, until my husband finally found the bait they couldn’t resist. Would you believe it was Cheeto puffs? (You’re welcome!)
“You just called me an idiot.” With eyes so wide they almost popped out of their sockets, my adolescent daughter immediately responded as if horrified, “No I didn’t. I would never call you an idiot.” But there was no mistaking that tone. It said “idiot” loud and clear.
Amidst the loud cracks and zips of fireworks, and the laughter of free fellowship…I hear something else. Many people can’t hear it. Most would muffle it intentionally. It’s the sound of Poonam, a Christian woman in India, weeping outside the front gate of her home…
You may or may not realize it, but you participate in ethics every day. Any time you make a decision based on what you think is right, wrong or best, you are participating in ethics. And for Christ—followers, reading scripture and interpreting the Bible are inescapably ethical.
Summer at our house means mornings and evenings on the patio, walks around the neighborhood searching for creatures, zoo days, sidewalk chalk, farmer’s markets, swimming, watermelon, and homemade ice cream. Lots of homemade ice cream.
Are you a “summer reading list” kinda gal? If so, I’ve got a couple of recommendations for you, written by the same author, my “friend”, Rosaria Butterfield. (Is it just me, or do you feel like friends after reading a memoir?)
I remember going to a local festival when I was in first grade. There was a clown selling balloons and, to my surprise, my parents bought one and promptly tied it to my wrist. I loved that balloon. I don’t know why, but it instantly felt special to me. As I walked around with my balloon proudly stretching out from my tiny wrist—I felt it. The knot that secured my prize to my person slowly unraveled and slipped away. I watched the balloon float up as my heart sank.
Summer is quickly approaching and many people, including myself, are gearing up for family vacations and weekend escapes. As we “get away,” no matter for how long, there is potential to forget to invite Jesus along with us.