Latest Articles by Sarah Canice Funke
Some days you just want people to tell you that if you jumped off a cliff, they would miss you. I call this George Bailey Syndrome (from It's a Wonderful Life).
From a post-it note affixed to the wall above my mom's sewing machine:
"Stressed" spelled backwards is "desserts."
On the same post-it note, in my dad's characteristic scrawl:
"Happiness" spelled differently is "muffin."
Learning how to serve is learning how to live. Dying precedes living. What happens to the self when it dies? The shrinking self outgrows bounds, spills into life for other selves.
The system restrains individuality, but can you really stand out without a tradition?
"Take me out of me into...a new way to be human. To a new way to be human. You're a new way to be human." I like Switchfoot's portrayal of the Incarnation and the life of sanctification.