Kathy is a bookworm, writer, graphic designer, and coffee lover from Michigan. She enjoys reading and learning about Law and Gospel as well as the Lutheran Confessions. She also loves learning, researching, writing about, and drinking (good) coffee. Kathy is thankful for the friends who consistently reminded her and give her a passion to communicate the message of the Gospel—Christ for you—through conversations and writing. Hymns continue to teach her theology and she enjoys learning to play those hymns on piano. She also loves traveling, especially with her friends.
Creeping through the house was a cunning art. Taking a single step was a strategic game to avoid creaks in the wooden floorboards. The goal was to maneuver through the house unnoticed. Any sound or change in shadows elicited alarm. There was nowhere to hide, every inch of the haunted house left visitors open and vulnerable to eyes prowling around in the shadows.
The wound on my hand would not let me forget what happened. The crackled and blistered strip of skin was a memento of the searing pain I felt that day. For the remainder of that year, I was constantly reminded of what I had done.
The sight of indulgences being bought and sold is just not something I witness on a regular basis. That is, until this past Saturday. As my tired feet trudged through a stretch of muddy dirt, that’s exactly what I saw.
I’m sure you know the story. An orphan girl lives a monotonous life filled with loneliness serving as a slave to her stepmother and stepsisters. One day in a stroke of luck, she is visited by her fairy godmother. Her humble clothing and cinder smudged face become hidden by an extravagant ball gown.
The question of, “What if?” can go off like an alarm in the dead of night. Scenarios play out like a broken record, but each with a different outcome. Two little words create a storm of confusion and doubt.
Show me. If I’m going to believe, I need to be convinced—on my terms. After all, you know the saying: fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. So, provide the evidence.
There are some things that just go together. Walk through the aisles of a store and see colors harmonize with spring colors that paint the earth. Dark pigments bloom into pastel colors.
The more I heard the song, the more I heard the heart of the Gospel in the song. The music swept through the office like a refreshing breeze. It broke through a playlist which had become stale over time. Repetitively, the words flowed through the air, “let me love you.”
Just like that, the crowd dissipated. Jesus’ words pierced like a bright light through their foggy misconceptions. The Hungry mouths that touched, chewed, and swallowed a miracle, were now brimming with grumbling.
My eyes soaked in the midnight view. Stars crowded the sky. The bright artificial lights of my metropolitan home usually bully the stars into a muted blackness. But not here. Miles into the country, God’s luminaires were on full display.