Last week was VBS week, which felt like “The Great Exhale”after 15 months of holding our Covid breaths. The halls rang with laughter, with shouts, with songs, and even with some meltdown tears. Creativity abounded during craft time, games were hard fought, hugs were traded, hands were flying—sort of in rhythm—during the song time. And
I’m No Superstar
I’m No Superstar is a blog for people like me who want to make a difference in the world but know they aren’t activists. Each post contains a social action idea that most of us could do, a book that’s worth reading, or a link to a website that offers other ideas. Oh, and it’s all introduced by a sometimes quirky story from my life.
We’re fraying. “We” collectively, as in, all of us. I’ve had multiple conversations in the last weeks with individuals feeling uneasy. For many, it’s hard to concentrate—even for those who were ultra-productive when shutdowns occurred in the spring. For others, a sense of anxiety seems to pervade. We worry about the kids—are they learning anything,
The world has a thousand voices . . . listen to Holy Spirit.Lynelle Trigalet We are preparing for a move. I’ve always been a sentimental sort. So over my multiple decades, I’d packed six of these giant Rubbermaid totes of memorabilia. Over the winter, I’ve worked my way through them, looking to condense six decades
I was talking to a friend the other day about the concept of success and how it’s pushed on us. It happens in networking groups. It comes up in self-help reading, business or personal. It shows up in our newsfeed amid the quote blocks and sponsored seminars. And it even shows up at ministry conferences.
Every year Les and I go to the Gifts That Give Hope Alternative Gift Fair. We eat great food. Browse the information on nonprofits and choose meaningful gift donations for various family members and friends. Explore the unique fair trade gifts, clothing and chocolates offered. Maybe listen to a musical group. It’s an amazing event.