You know how police cars have the ability to broadcast their instructions? Well, last night we learned that the helicopters do too. We had just gone to bed after watching King Kong, and we were already a little tense with thoughts of giant bugs eating our heads, when we starting hearing some really crazy noises… Continue reading The helicopters can talk
Author: erika
The latest ghetto accessory
On my way to my sister’s house yesterday afternoon, I walked by a young man on the street who was decked out in typical gangbanger duds. What made him unique was the thick, living snake he wore around his neck. Is this the new “bling”?
My shepherd
When Doug came home last night after work, the first thing out of his mouth as he walked through the door was: “Hey, what happened to the license plate?” Having no clue what he was talking about, I was stunned to find out that in fact there was no longer a plate on the back… Continue reading My shepherd
You go, girl!
Our common living areas in our apartment are filled with bookshelves (our living room is our home office), and Mercy knows that she is not allowed to play with “Mommy’s books.” She has her own shelves of books that she is free to do with as she pleases, but in general I do not let… Continue reading You go, girl!
On a personal note…
I’ve been hired! On September first I will begin working part-time for Servant Partners, a mission agency with a truly astounding commitment to holistic church-planting among the urban poor. I am thrilled to call the folks of this organization my new ministry family, and I am grateful to God for the provision of this job.… Continue reading On a personal note…
Imperfection
My childhood in Seattle was marked by weekly trips to the Pike Place Market with my parents. This was before it was the tourist mecca that it is today, when the little coffee store across the street was just a cool-smelling shop with a big mermaid on the sign. My parents knew many of the… Continue reading Imperfection
Memo to Los Angeles
Doug took this picture of a sidewalk in Santa Monica, on our way back from the Farmer’s Market. If you live in L.A., you know what it is talking about.
Quotation of the Week
“I’ve been reflecting lately on what it means to be a Christian. More specifically, I’ve been trying to figure out if my life says that I’m a Christian.” From a recent blog entry by Matt Wiebe who kindly posted a comment at The Margins earlier this week.
Conscience
Last week, Rob Bell of Mars Hill co-taught a course for Fuller’s Doctor of Ministry program where my husband is a Program Manager. On Tuesday he spoke for the broader Fuller community, and at the end of his lecture/sermon/whatever it was, there were a bunch of big white foam boards he had used to write… Continue reading Conscience
Meet Sam, the Bee-Hag
I’m not a fan of business/organizational lingo. My tolerance is so low that when I worked at North Park I went crazy with all the talk about everything “on our plates”! Anyway, call it a minor pet peeve… A few weeks ago Redeemer Community Partnership (our Community Development Corporation) presented our church with a BHAG:… Continue reading Meet Sam, the Bee-Hag