A personal reflection on New Year's Eve, December 31st, 2020. I have spent a great deal of this year being miserable. Not just because of the pandemic and isolation, though it did not help matters. But there was so much stress in the year hoping for my husband Dan to get a medical physics residency, … Continue reading Miserable
Father Christmas is not Santa Claus. Perhaps this is something you already knew. But it was not until this year, when I was looking up the origin of Father Christmas for a study, that I discovered this. I always thought that Father Christmas was the more formal and serious British version of the American Santa … Continue reading Is Father Christmas Santa Claus?
J.P. Moreland, Professor of Philosophy at Talbot School of Theology at Biola University, is one of my living kindred spirits. Though I have never met him, I consider him a friend because of his writing. His books on apologetics and the Christian faith have had a way of speaking to me in a way no … Continue reading Kindred Spirits: J. P. Moreland
Autumn is an en-vogue season to love, so much so that it is quite popular to deride it, as well. If you love autumn, you are "basic," some say. But I think there is a deeper reason why autumn is so beloved, something beyond pumpkin spice lattes, cozy sweaters, and farmhouse pumpkin decor. Something eluded to by C.S. Lewis as the feeling of "Joy," and the German Romantics as sehnsucht or "yearning."
Dear Evan Hansen Playbill Cover Photo In May 2019, my husband and I took an anniversary trip to a city to see the National Tour of my current favorite musical, Dear Evan Hansen. Perhaps now more relevant than ever in these days of social distancing and the rise of depression and suicidal thoughts in young … Continue reading “Waving Through A Window:” Dear Evan Hansen on Social Isolation
When Christianity became the official religion of the Roman Empire, theatre died out. But then around 900 A.D., theatre was resurrected. For Easter. By the very church itself.
Not only is The Hiding Place a wonderful story of courage, hope, and faith during one of the darkest times in recent history, but Corrie Ten Boom herself is a kindred spirit for me. She was a tempestuous person, yet she grew up to be a pillar of wisdom and strength. So much of what she wrote comes to back to me in times of difficulty. Many of her pearls of wisdom came from her father, Casper Ten Boom, who gently and lovingly counseled Corrie through many painful times. Through Corrie's words, I felt like he was a spiritual father to me too.
There are some lines in literature that leave you with a feeling of longing, a mysterious haunting, a pang that hovers between sadness and wonder. The line calls you to come, join the ages of humanity who have been set on fire from it. It evokes images and provokes thought--every connotation is a gem that … Continue reading Always Winter and Never Christmas
Behold, the mighty sandwich. Behold, the juicy red slices of tomato. Behold, and salivate, my children. Sandwiches have been threads in the fabric of my life ever since I can remember. Sandwiches are a staple on the American menu, but perhaps my life has had an excess of them. Maybe you all have eaten the … Continue reading Little Pieces of Life, as told through sandwiches
Welcome back to my series on the Adam and Eve story from The Ordinalia--my favorite from the medieval period. Many of the surprising elements in the play, such as Seth's vision and the three seeds Adam is buried with, come from another "fan fiction" tradition--that of the cross, or the "rood" as it was called. … Continue reading Adam and Eve Fan Fiction Part IV: The Legend of the Cross