It’s Friday. For most of us, the end of the traditional work-week signals two feelings: relief or dread. We may feel lifted up—buoyed by a productive five days at work, or, more likely, we feel frantic, unbalanced, rushed, and dreading the fact that we’ll actually …
TV is exhausting. Fred and I don’t have what my uncle refers to as “the idiot box,” so navigating our throwback, tech-free Lenten discipline never included the elimination of the tube. Besides, cable was alive and well in the 90s, and unfortunately, is still …
For each Sunday in Lent, Fred and I are giving up all technology that was not invented and/or available in 1995. This means no iPhones, no email, no Internet, no social media, no texting, no iTunes. We’re traveling with Jesus old school style, and you …
Me with my Indiglo watch, on my 14th birthday.[/caption]
Throwback Sunday
In 1995, I was a 14-year-old underdeveloped eighth-grader, overly excited about boys and unmotivated by actual spirituality.
Growing up in rural North Carolina, Sunday was synonymous with worship. First Baptist Church was our weekly hot spot, a place where my mother stood outside the towering brick structure smoothing my eyebrows and giving me a once over to make certain my slip wasn’t …