Here is an often requested link to a message I preached a few weeks ago, at my home church. It’s titled “The Longing That Leads Us Home: A Fourth Quarter Manifesto”.

I came home late yesterday evening, with three brown paper bags from Trader Joe’s riding shotgun. There was organic chicken, sea salt caramels, rosemary sourdough pizza crust (for my new Birthday Outdoor Pizza Oven), and always some sort of flower. It this case, it was paper whites peeking out like friendly green passengers.

As Christians, our heritage is not found in the tangled branches of a “family tree”, but rather in the true vine of Christ Himself…

This week, my husband has been working with a friend to quite literally bring a theater to life.

The Preacher and I attended a conference on Jekyll Island this past June.

There’s something Biblical about returning.

Not just to a place, but to a posture. Not to pretend nothing ever happened, but to come back to what we first loved, and find that we are wiser, even though wounded.

Many in midlife have wandered, willingly or not, from the structures and stories of our early faith. We’ve had hard losses and asked hard questions.

Some have quietly deconstructed.