jlepp_journey's blog

We live in the land of constant change, right?

When I was a small girl I was terrified of the dark, and it took a lot to deal with that fear. I would cling to my mother especially if we were staying overnight somewhere unfamiliar. My feet would patter behind hers and I would squeeze between her legs or grab onto her night shirt for dear life.

Waging Freedom

We often hear the phrase, "Freedom Isn't Free." What does that mean within a liberal and free faith? What does it mean to pursue freedom of religion, from poverty, the freedom for equal marriage rights, the pursuit of happiness within our Land of the Free? Waging freedom isn't passive - it takes action, dedication, and intention.

Dancing On Daddy's Feet

From Otherland, Mountain of Black Glass, by Tad Williams:

Dulcie Anwin's thoughts as she waits to land in Sydney for the first time, after working in a virtual office mimicking Sydney for months:

I've been seeing a lot of articles about the death of the SUV. Coming back from FL there was a billboard with an SUV picture and the tag line, Donate Your Vehicle. There seem to be a lot of folks wishing they hadn't bought into these gas guzzlers.

I recently travelled to Florida to visit family with my children. I have a four-year-old and a two-year-old boy. It was a tiring and very loud trip, as much fun as the visiting was. There is only so much you can do to entertain active boys on a long car ride, when you are in a small VW Golf. We sang songs, counted different colored cars.

I have been told that seminary is supposed to be a place where one re-examines spirituality, life, and the general direction you've set your compass. This isn't entirely evident with the mountains of books and reading assignments, lengthy papers, and exams.