My earliest memory of hearing the question was during first grade. I don’t remember the context exactly, but it might have been while I was walking to lunch or playing foursquare. Or maybe I was asked while I was waiting for the school bus or while running in the large grassy...
Usually when I write a post for Estuaries, I have a story in mind, complete with a beginning, middle, and end. Sometimes there’s even a nice bow wrapped around it. Today is not one of those days. In the emotional sense, you caught me on a bad hair day. But if I’m...
By Denise Tsang, Copic sketch marker and pencil The last two months have felt like a whirlwind. From full-blown yelling matches with parents to a friend's abrupt decision to leave our ministry team, I felt completely helpless and at the mercy of circumstances beyond...
I often get the feeling from my friends of the more Protestant persuasion that liturgy is a boring, rote discipline mostly devoid of meaning. I know I’ve thought that for a while. But in the past few years, I have come to appreciate more liturgical services. When we...
I used to dislike celebrating Christmas. For me, it was a time of traveling to see people far off and managing my own and others’ expectations, followed by an emotional crash on December 26. My focus was not on an anticipatory waiting for the coming of Christ, but instead on...
In 1999 I was suffering from a deeply wounded and broken heart. The man I thought was the love of my life broke up with me in Jerusalem three days into a two-week vacation together. Little did I know at the time that God was using this experience to prepare me for a new kind of...