A few nights ago, I taught my husband the importance of the thumb in maintaining control in a household.
This, of course, is knowledge passed on to me by my father who learned it from . . . well, I think he came up with it himself. Continue reading “sit up!”
My mom excelled at a lot of things. Coming up with Halloween costumes for her third child was not one of them. Maybe that’s why, the year I was officially too old to be trick-or-treating and with a cold that left my head plugged from my nostrils to the back of my skull, she clapped an orange wig on my head, dropped me off on … Continue reading 5.75 reasons it’s good to be a Lutheran on Reformation Day
A week ago Sunday, I was kneeling at the Communion rail with my niece Wilhelmina. She’s two. She’s opinionated, like her mother. She’s chatty, like her mother. She’s determined, like her . . . well, I think you see where I’m going with this.
She’s also very Lutheran, just like her mother. 
And so it was no surprise, as she kneeled next to me at the Lord’s table, that when her dad, the pastor, came down the row of communicants with the Lord’s body, Willa whispered, like a tornado attempting to pass as a summer breeze, “THAT’S MY PASTOR!”
And then, to make sure I was listening, she poked me in the arm and said again, now pointing at him, “HEY, THAT’S MY PASTOR!” Continue reading “that’s my pastor!”
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