Lessons from a Long Year On lengthy Worrall road trips, the fight for radio control is real. We usually feature worship music in the mornings. But sometime around our first bathroom break, the battle begins. Peter switches over to sports—especially since the Women’s World Cup is happening, and both England and the USA are doing… Read More #1: Love Is Hard, and…
If you’ve spent much time at all around the Church, you probably have a bone to pick. Or two. Or ten. Yours might be a collection of smaller bones—the ill-timed word of a fellow congregant, a disagreement with the leadership over certain details, a misunderstanding that really doesn’t matter that much. Or you might be… Read More This Is Also the Church: How We Do Hesed
Do women experience their relationship with God differently than men do? If so, in what ways? And what does that mean for our churches? For our ministries and our sermons? And for the way that pastors lead? Today I’m writing over at PastorResources.com about the particular way Jesus ministered to women. CLICK HERE to read more!
Last week our family took a quick trip to Texas. Down and back in six days flat. For the wedding of some dear friends and former students. When it comes to road trips, though, the Worralls are slow to actually get on the road. First of all, we pack at the last minute, and I want… Read More The Worralls Went to a Wedding
My What-I-Am-Looking-for-in-a-Husband List started with just a few basic traits. Christian. Intelligent. Good with Kids. Sense of Humor. And Athletic. Sounds reasonable, right? But as I moved through my twenties—marked in some way by too many men—the list expanded and morphed. Each failed relationship sent me back to the list with a bright red pen.… Read More When You Want to Get Married
“A time to seek, and a time to lose.” (Ecclesiastes 3:6) My mother’s mother, Grandma Ruby, was born on January 12, 1909, in a little house with a crooked brick chimney in the-middle-of nowhere, North Dakota. She was the middle daughter of five. And in her unpublished memoir, My Burden Bearer, she records just a… Read More On Loss, Love, and Life
I grew up in a conspicuous family. I know now that not every head could have turned when we entered a restaurant or school event. But when I was the self-conscious age of twelve, it sure felt like it. My parents were brave, tenacious, intelligent, generous, compassionate, God-fearing, and physically disabled. They both had cerebral… Read More Why This Title? Part 2