Ben and the Carnival Fun House

My son Ben loves the county fair. We always start in the animal barns, where he clucks and moos his way down the aisles, the animals patiently letting him pat and talk to them. Then comes the midway, where he has uncanny luck at the games, always coming away with a prize. The rides, however, … Continue reading Ben and the Carnival Fun House

Mind the Gaps

“Mind the Gap” is a warning in subway stations to be careful of the space between the subway car and the station platform. If you don’t pay attention and get your foot caught in that narrow space, you can be seriously injured or even killed. This caution to pay attention, watch our step, and avoid … Continue reading Mind the Gaps

Where were you when?

Americans have certain dates emblazoned on our collective memory. Dates when life as we knew it suddenly took a hard turn into the unknown. For our grandparents it was Pearl Harbor Day, December 7, 1941, when Japanese forces launched a surprise attack on our military in Hawaii. The shock of war waged on American soil … Continue reading Where were you when?

Turning Toward Light

Pessimism is my soul’s default setting. Even when life is filled with blessing, melancholy has always been my temperament’s natural course. As a result, it has been the work of my Christian life to turn away from the darkness and look up, look away, notice beauty and give thanks. But although I have been training … Continue reading Turning Toward Light

How Heaven Changes Us

I’ve often pondered what Ben will be like in heaven. I used to think that he would still have Down Syndrome, since it comes knit into his every chromosome. But the longer we deal with not just the delights but also the deficits and struggles that Down Syndrome brings, the more I am convinced that … Continue reading How Heaven Changes Us

When it Feels Like Evil is Winning

Some of us remember when the world’s suffering was relegated to one hour on the nightly news. We watched a sober-faced newscaster recount famines and wars and disasters in far-off places with sorrow in our hearts, and then we returned to a sink full of dishes or our algebra homework and the horror faded as … Continue reading When it Feels Like Evil is Winning


I am visiting the land of my ancestors this week. One of America’s earliest settlements, it is now filled with tourists and the industries that serve them. The tourists take pictures of the 17th century jail where my 10th great-grandfather served time and feast on lobster that was once so common that it was fed … Continue reading Legacy

Who Loves You?

“Who loves you?” I used to ask my children as I held them close. Mama. Boppy. Jesus. We were made to love and be loved. In the image of God we were created, the God who is the very essence and definition of love. So we spend our lives reaching out of our brokenness to … Continue reading Who Loves You?

Stitch by Stitch

I do some cross stitch embroidery every now and then. I stitch to remember, to give something of myself that my hands have made for those I love. It seems a straightforward task, but the small, precise stitches are challenging. One dropped thread can skew the outcome, marring the master pattern I’m trying so carefully … Continue reading Stitch by Stitch

My Church, My People

“Your gall bladder needs to come out right now,” the emergency room doctor said. “I’ll contact the surgical team.” I was in a city far from home, my husband recovering from spinal surgery nine floors above where I lay on the emergency room gurney. If I had been home, I would have acquiesced. But not … Continue reading My Church, My People


They are in the nursery. In the classroom. While we work and worship, they care for our children in back rooms and church basements, sharing the love of Jesus with those in their care. We gather in our sanctuaries and our auditoriums, watching the people onstage as they lead and teach us, grateful for their … Continue reading Nurture

A Table Before Me

My mother attended boarding school at a time when girls were taught the importance of setting a proper table: salad fork on the left, then the dinner fork. Knife on the right, facing inward, then the teaspoon. There were also places for soup spoons and dessert forks. One did not use one’s knife for the … Continue reading A Table Before Me

Far From Home

He counted the change carefully, brow furrowed at my question. “Sorry” he shrugged, “my English…not good”. “It’s okay”, I answered, “Welcome to America”. And then, turning back, I looked into his eyes. “I mean it. I’m glad you’re here.” I thought of my immigrant grandparents, struggling to learn English after long days of bricklaying and … Continue reading Far From Home

Hug Status

My son Ben strides through our church like he owns it, seeking out his favorite people to hug. As we have finally emerged from our year-long quarantine, no one is happier than he to have human contact again. Some people with Down Syndrome dish out hugs like candy at a parade. But not Ben. No, … Continue reading Hug Status

He Will Come

In the politics; the rage; the turmoil around and within us. In the fear; the conflict; the disasters in the news and in our neighborhoods. In the discouragement; the hopelessness; the loneliness that presses in on us in the night. Hush, now; peace. Like a child, run to the arms that welcome you. Rest in … Continue reading He Will Come

New Things

Graduation season is upon us and my social media feed is filling with pictures of smiling young faces in their caps and gowns. I remember that feeling of hope and anticipation. Soon I would be leaving my small town in the mountains for a huge university on the edge of the ocean. I had no … Continue reading New Things

Windows of the Soul

Windows are important to me. Having grown up in the mountains where I spent my leisure time largely outside, I need that visual connection to creation to feel at rest. My high school was a cold, gray, building with very few windows. It was thought that we would pay closer attention in class if we … Continue reading Windows of the Soul

The Wilderness Way

“It’s a boy” the ultrasound tech told us, and my husband grabbed my hand in excitement. A boy! After years of infertility and the adoption of our two precious daughters, God had broken through with the gift of a son. We each had dreams for this miracle boy. My husband secretly hoped he would be … Continue reading The Wilderness Way

When Adoption Comes Full Circle

The invitation arrived in January. “I hope you can come,” she said. “I would love for our families to meet.” She found me a few years back through Facebook, approaching with respect and grace. We reached out tentatively at first, then forged a sisterhood nurtured by a gradual opening of hearts around the shared love … Continue reading When Adoption Comes Full Circle

The Mystery of Joy

I held a grieving friend in my arms this week, absorbed the weight of her story and, together under a cold rain, we prayed for joy. Not the surface kind of happiness that comes from relief of weighty circumstances, but the kind of joy that anchors a soul to what is true even in the … Continue reading The Mystery of Joy

Sunrise to Sunset

I have always been a morning person. Even as a teenager I savored the dawn, loved watching the sun gradually touch the gray mountain peaks with gold. Here in Minnesota, I have been blessed to greet the sun rising over the lake outside my window every morning. We moved this week, and now are temporarily … Continue reading Sunrise to Sunset

It’s Time

After all of the trauma and drama, the loss and the fear, it was suddenly over. The three friends, unsure of the future, returned to the familiarity of their jobs and the lives they led before it all happened. The problem was, they were different now, and they had trouble picking up where they had … Continue reading It’s Time

The Sap is Rising

This is a post from a year ago that not many people saw. I re-worked it to share with you again while I am out of town this week. ******************************* It snowed again last week, each unique flake adding its beauty to the whole. The trees stood solid, accepting the coldness stored up for spring’s … Continue reading The Sap is Rising

Polishing Pennies

Sometimes I feel like a Cranky Old Woman. You know the ones – their benchmark for all things good is the past, and they long ago lost their wonder at the sheer miracle of living. Instagram can do that to me. But it’s not the attention-seeking self-focus of the world that bothers me. It’s all … Continue reading Polishing Pennies

Celebrating Down Syndrome?

This past Sunday was World Down Syndrome Day, and many of us who love someone with DS posted their smiling pictures on our social media feeds (me included). But is Down Syndrome really something to celebrate? Many people want to eliminate Down Syndrome. By this they mean eliminating people with Down Syndrome in the womb. … Continue reading Celebrating Down Syndrome?

Where He Met Me

Down at the end of Deerfoot Lane, where pavement gave way to ruts and rocks, He met me, perched on a sun-warmed boulder, the valley and mountains beyond hinting of other places, other lives. And I, like a fledgling jay, waiting to soar. In songs sung around a campfire He met me, sparks reaching upward … Continue reading Where He Met Me

She Did What She Could

“She did what she could,” Jesus said. She had taken her life savings in the form of perfume and anointed His head, weeping in gratitude for His love. For His gaze, noticing her in her ordinary life.  He had defended her before, to a demanding sister. “Mary has chosen what is better, and it will … Continue reading She Did What She Could

Marked by Ashes

When I first heard about Lent, it sounded like a strange sort of diet: This person was giving up chocolate, the other was giving up sugar, and a third was giving up TV. To what end, I was never sure. It seemed to me like a religious do-over for failed New Year’s resolutions. Lent wasn’t … Continue reading Marked by Ashes


The rustling woke me out of a restless sleep and I got up to peek into the bassinet. Dark eyes peered back at me, lips pursed, wanting. The excitement of the day before faded as I cradled her on my shoulder, warming a bottle in the semidarkness. The longed-for call and hasty trip to the … Continue reading Homecomings

Still Waiting

“Ooh! Weet!” Ben exclaimed when he saw the bouquet our church dropped off the other day. Even though services and activities have resumed, some of us are still quarantined due to health risks. Ben is one of those and, by extension, me – although he can’t comprehend why. Ben has been at home, almost totally … Continue reading Still Waiting

Gritty Love

This week the world celebrates romance and what media defines as love – passion, tenderness and deeply felt emotions. Romantic love is a gift. Joyful and exhilarating, it woos us and thrills us. Anyone who has been captivated by it never forgets the heady feeling. Anyone who has been burned by it realizes that there … Continue reading Gritty Love

Gone Missing

My baby turns 30 this week.  She came to us as an angry infant, her harsh cries filling the nights. Then the anger became a slow burn, self-will and defiance building with each year. There was counseling, evaluations, and interventions in the desperate hope of stemming the tide. But then came the boiling over, her … Continue reading Gone Missing

Sauntering Upward

I am married to a man who loves to conquer. When we lived in the mountains he would run their trails, training for his next marathon. If he wasn’t running, he was rock climbing, striving to conquer a new route up the face of one of the mountain monoliths. We could not be more different. … Continue reading Sauntering Upward

Ready to Party

Ben has decided that he wants to die. This son of mine, who lives with a trust I aspire to….he believes in heaven, and can’t wait to get there. Why do I find this disturbing? I’ve watched friends hold onto life with a white-knuckled grip, desperate for healing to come here on earth, grasping for … Continue reading Ready to Party

The Importance of Blueberry Pie

My parents represented the best of the American idea. My father’s ancestors set foot on American soil shortly after the Mayflower brought the pilgrims. And my mother was the child of immigrants. My father was the last of his family line to be born in the same area his ancestors settled in Maine, and my … Continue reading The Importance of Blueberry Pie

Invitation to a Feast

Many of us sat down to the beginnings of a feast on Friday. We decided that we wanted to know Jesus better this year by reading his words to us. We opened our Bibles out of a new or continuing commitment to taste and see that the Lord is good.  Some of us will consume … Continue reading Invitation to a Feast


Do you remember what resolutions you were making this time last year? Perhaps they included losing weight, or eating healthier meals, or putting aside some money. Those are all good things when life’s bumps are relatively minor and we believe there to be some semblance of order and prosperity undergirding our lives. But in 2020, … Continue reading Resolutions


 Thought I’d share these Christmas thoughts again… Jesus was born in a stable. Very early tradition suggests it was probably a cave. Recent theories suggest it could have been the lower level of a stone house, windowless, where animals were kept. Either way, it didn’t resemble the nativity scene on the mantle. Into this Jesus … Continue reading Immanuel

Lift up your Eyes

“Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one and calls forth each of them by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.” ‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭40:26‬ God flung the galaxies into the void like … Continue reading Lift up your Eyes

Sorrowful, yet Rejoicing

“You don’t know how I’ve suffered,” she said. “All of you with your happy families haven’t ever had something bad happen to you. No one understands how awful my life has been”. She had been drinking, so I let it go that night, but this was her script – her identity, which kept her trapped … Continue reading Sorrowful, yet Rejoicing


There was a flurry of excitement in the beginning. Dreams and angelic visitation; a strange new star; foreigners bearing gifts. Then slaughter, a desperate escape and exile. And finally, returning to settle into an average place in a poor village. Except for a brief glimpse in scripture at age 12, He lived in obscurity. An … Continue reading Obscurity

Desperate for Christmas

It began the day after Halloween. On my morning walk I noticed a few wreaths on front doors and garland adorning mailboxes and entryways. At home my social media feed began showing people posing with Christmas trees recently decorated. All of this before the jack-o-lanterns were gone from the front stoop. We usually afford Thanksgiving … Continue reading Desperate for Christmas

A Thanksgiving to Remember

I spent Thanksgiving of 1992 in a sports bar, in an unfamiliar city far from home. My baby lay in cardiac ICU recovering from open heart surgery. The only restaurant open that day was a sports bar next to a girlie club, so there my husband and I perched on stools, eating burgers and nursing … Continue reading A Thanksgiving to Remember


I leaned forward on the hard pew that first time in church, skinny legs swinging as I watched the fatherly pastor place his hands on the heads of the people before him. “The Lord bless you, and keep you,” he intoned. “The Lord make his face shine upon you, and be gracious unto you. The … Continue reading Blessing

It’s Always Morning Somewhere

One of the best things about living on a lake is being able to see the sunrise. Every morning I watch as the darkness fades and the golden light slips between the trees, across the water and into my living room. Some mornings remain dull and gray. Others come with an explosion of color. But … Continue reading It’s Always Morning Somewhere

The View from the Precipice

Election week is upon us in the U.S.A and it feels like we are perilously close to the edge of a division that we may not be able to back away from. Having the election decided may give the illusion of winners and losers, but the fact is that we have all lost this election. … Continue reading The View from the Precipice

Listening for Ice Cream

My son Ben has significant intellectual disabilities. As a result, he has a very small vocabulary consisting of only nouns and verbs. If I say, “Do you want ice cream?” He’ll respond with enthusiasm. And if I say, “Do you never want ice cream again?” I’ll get the same response. He hears “ice cream”, and … Continue reading Listening for Ice Cream

A Different Summer

Do you remember writing about summer vacation for the first assignment of the school year? What would you write this year? I am tallying up a number of gains and losses. The hardest loss was not being able to see my children who live far away. I also missed attending a family wedding in California. … Continue reading A Different Summer

Worship School

I shared this article on the Perennial Gen website this week. Enjoy! Worship School

A Good Man

I watch you nod off on the couch this evening, gray head drooping and reading glasses sliding down your nose and I realize we’ve done it. We have succeeded in growing older together.  I don’t know what I thought it would be like when we spoke our vows 37 years ago, but it wasn’t this. … Continue reading A Good Man


A Great Blue Heron has been perching at the end of our dock lately, so I decided to try to get close enough for a picture. He kept a wary eye on me as I crept closer, finally taking off with his long wings as Ben came clumping down to join me in his dad’s big … Continue reading Flight

Conquering the Frog

We took a little getaway recently, just me, my husband and our 28 year old son who has intellectual disabilities. We had planned some fun activities, but from the moment Ben spotted the kiddie pool, it was all he could think about. “Wog” he said, making the sign for “frog” under his chin, “Me!” And … Continue reading Conquering the Frog


Here’s a look back at a post from this time last year, before my blog was public:  Autumn in northern Minnesota is simply spectacular. My morning walks are graced with multitudes of colorful leaves glowing in the sun, fluttering in the breeze, rolling a red and orange and gold carpet out beneath my feet. Many … Continue reading Fall


Most of the world is under a mask mandate right now. Some view it as a commonsense way to help slow the spread of Covid. Some wear a mask as a sign of respect and kindness towards others. Some wear a mask in obedience to their government. Some view mask wearing as capitulation to illegitimate … Continue reading Masks

Hidden Places

We rambled through the forest, sliding on pine needles and scrambling over granite, heading nowhere except to explore the beauty of the day and the mountains we lived in.  We smelled it before we found it, a mountain laurel bay tree tucked into a small ravine near the base of a towering Ponderosa pine. Arrested … Continue reading Hidden Places

If Not For Ben

If not for Ben… I might have continued my education. If not for Ben, I might have become a missionary, a counselor or a linguist. If not for Ben, I might have had opportunities to lead, to influence, or perhaps just to enjoy an easier life. In many ways, Ben has determined the course of … Continue reading If Not For Ben

What if?

We are living in a time of anxiety. As we try to make plans and figure out what life will look like now, our thoughts churn in the background, sapping our strength and feeding our fears of “what if”. What if I or my loved one gets sick? Or dies? What if I lose my … Continue reading What if?

A Godward Life

“A Godward life is a life lived for the sake of seeing and savoring and showing God in all things.” – John Piper

Night Meeting

I wrap my jacket around me and step out into the night, quieting the screen door’s creak for those sleeping. Over dew-damp grass, lit by stars I walk, to the old dock reaching out into the quiet water. I come for the chance to see the fleeting aurora, whispering green on the horizon. It flickers … Continue reading Night Meeting


I did my best at the time. As white parents in a white town, we were tasked with giving our multiracial children tools with which to form their identities. So I bought the diverse books. I made sure our nativity set was ethnically accurate. I read about adoption and race. We drove to the city … Continue reading Identity

What I Almost Said

“These people!” I fumed after reading yet another rant on Facebook. “Why is it so hard to just be kind?” In my anger I hammered out the perfect blog post to address the problem. To share my frustration at the anger and self-righteous rants all over social media right now. I felt compelled to speak out. … Continue reading What I Almost Said


A squirrel fell down the chimney into the fireplace a few months ago. After flinging himself repeatedly against the glass doors he hunched, weary and hopeless, beside the grate. After a few days we put a live trap in there with him. His ticket to freedom sat there, baited with peanut butter, but he refused … Continue reading Trapped


Covid 19 has swept through our world and our lives like a pruning knife, cutting out large portions of things we thought we couldn’t live without. Pruning doesn’t just trim away the excess and the dead; it gouges to the heart of the flourishing, a harsh process designed to bring forth future abundance. But for … Continue reading Pruning

It is Enough

I set out on my walk through the cool Minnesota morning with good intentions. No podcast or music this morning – just communion with my Creator. I had good plans to pray for the people in my mind and heart as I strode past dew-laden ferns, past the mailbox, onward through the morning’s coolness. As … Continue reading It is Enough

The First Fourth

Last weekend America celebrated her 244th birthday. Our citizens remembered the patriots who managed to defeat the world’s greatest colonial power of the time to secure for us the hope of “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”. Two of those soldiers were my ancestors. They were simple farmers living in a small town in … Continue reading The First Fourth

A Special Birthday

Last weekend marked the beginning of Ben’s 28th year on this earth. Although he has accumulated the years of a man, his heart and understanding are that of a small child. Ben’s calendar is simple: Starting on December 26, he starts anticipating his birthday. And on June 28th, he begins to eagerly anticipate Christmas. Every … Continue reading A Special Birthday

My Fathers

I had a good father. He taught me how to save money and to love words. He was a small-town newspaper editor who wore cardigans and caps and garnered the respect of all who knew him. If it’s true that we picture God somewhat like our fathers, then mine gave me the impression that God … Continue reading My Fathers

Wonder is the feeling we get when we let go of our silly answers, our mapped out rules that we want God to follow. I don’t think there is any better worship than wonder.” Donald Miller


Quarantine is over and restrictions are lifting. Like a deer in the woods we peer out at life, hesitant. How long will it be before we dream again? These months have been heavy. Fearful. Numbing. Our noble goals for quarantine productivity long ago dissolved into apathy. Efforts at uplifting each other gave way to videos of … Continue reading Emergence

There are many of us willing to do great things for the Lord, but few of us are willing to do little things.” – D.L. Moody


The fog lay gently on the lake this morning as I left for my daily walk. A loon called from beyond my field of vision.The colors of the morning faded into the gray dampness. When I was very young we lived by the ocean, where the fog often lay thick and heavy over my neighborhood. … Continue reading Fog

Our greatest fear should not be of failure, but of succeeding at things in life that don’t really matter. – Francis Chan

On having a black son

I always thought he would be the safe one. As a woman, I understand that my daughters are inherently vulnerable due to their gender. I am familiar with knowing the right place to park, with being aware of my surroundings and with not walking alone at night. I also understand that my son with special … Continue reading On having a black son


I watched the full moon rise earlier this month, the quiet lake shimmering in its glow. It brought back a memory of our family gathered around our old black and white Magnavox television to watch in awe as men’s footprints first touched the moon’s powdery surface. “That’s one small step for man”, Neil Armstrong said, … Continue reading Moonrise

“Following Jesus is serious business. It is a life of joy, otherworldly peace, and unexpected exhilaration, but it is not to be taken lightly. Stating the commitment is not enough. I don’t want a faith that is trivial or that lacks integrity. I want a Christian life that is deep, intense, spiritually fulfilling, and real.” … Continue reading

Tucking Ben In

We have lost many things in this pandemic. Some of them needed to go. Others tore out a portion of our peace in the leaving. Some of our assumptions are weakening; things like optimism for the future and a confidence that everything will return to normal. Other losses serve to grant us perspective and teach … Continue reading Tucking Ben In


Before every rocket launch, there is a lengthy time of preparation. The crew needs to be equipped for their flight, communication systems tested, fuel loaded, trajectory calculated. There is a lot of advice out there on how to get through this Covid 19 quarantine period. It’s been a good time to rest, reorganize our lives, … Continue reading Launch

Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day and I have had a complicated relationship. I had a challenging relationship with my own mother, and did my best to bless and honor her no matter how I felt. I know the challenge of the card section in the drugstore, lingering long to find that one card that was kind, but not … Continue reading Mother’s Day


“When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus’ body.” (Mark 16:1)It was barely light when the women made their way down the dusty path to the place of the dead. They walked in the silence of shock and sorrow. … Continue reading Spices


I’m reading a book right now that captured my attention in the introduction. There were a few sentences, deep and true, that made me hunger for more. The more I read, though, the more I find a few great ideas and a lot of filler. Books, blog posts, lectures and sermons go this way often, … Continue reading Filler


My planner is empty. I bought it at the start of the year in an attempt to become more organized and purposeful with my days. Now it sits unused, this quarantine period having erased weddings, meetings and get-togethers. Am I, too, sitting empty in this waiting time? It is easy to let the hours and … Continue reading Plans


It has been more than a month now that we have been sequestered at home, allowed to leave only for necessities. In the beginning we were upbeat, willing participants in the noble goal of protecting the vulnerable. Our town and many others joined together to support and help each other through this terrible time. Masks … Continue reading Quarantine


The lake ice is melting, shifting colors from white to gray. Ducks arrow down to splash around its edges. By the house, a few green things push tips up through the thawing soil. At this time when most of the world is on lockdown, spring comes out from under the winter snow. Even as we … Continue reading Resurrection


I remember the scent of the mountains in summer, of pine and cedar, of pressing my nose into the bark of a Ponderosa pine for a whiff of vanilla; of the sharp scent of sage after a summer storm. Here by the lake the air is cold and clear, but later there will be the … Continue reading Inhale


The robins returned to our crabapple tree last week. Though the snow lay deep, still they came, singing, announcing that spring has arrived although the snow still flutters down and all lies frozen and frosted white. The world waits now in a kind of winter, still and dormant under the grip of a virus. We … Continue reading Robins


I remember him, waiting here in the still whiteness of winter. I remember the first time he came to me, and the last. I remember the celebrations, and the long walks in silence. I remember, in the bread and the cup. In the songs and the worn pages, marked. In the breeze, in the warm … Continue reading Remembering

The Gifted

Sometimes God’s gifts come wrapped in grief. When you find yourself blindsided and reeling, you find that you have been issued an invitation into a raw intimacy with a God you never expected. John 9 tells the story of Jesus healing a blind man. “Who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born … Continue reading The Gifted


We tire of it, this abundance of the miraculous. Each snowflake falling unique to adorn the woods, sparkling in the morning light, crafted in the heavens, we have stopped noticing, the familiarity of it draining us of wonder. Intricate miracles are we, rods and cones arranged to perceive beauty, tiny hairs trembling in the spiraled … Continue reading Wonder


A wolf ran by today. Out on the frozen lake, in the dim, gray light that precedes the dawn he trotted, solitary. What was his mission, leaving the wilderness toward civilization? Our house lies on the dividing line between neighborhoods and the places where wild things live. The stream that feeds our lake shelters ducks, … Continue reading Wilderness

Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s day – do you love it or hate it? It seems to me that this day, meant to celebrate love, often is a source of disappointment and discontent.  Some of us haven’t reconciled the difference between romance and love. Some of us set a high bar for romantic gestures and when our expectations aren’t … Continue reading Valentine’s Day

Water Bug Bridge

Once or twice a week we used to walk through our local park in the evenings. Through the gate we strolled, circling around over the stone bridge, down over water bug bridge and back through the meadow. First alone with each other, then a baby in the backpack, then two, then three, Ben lying limp … Continue reading Water Bug Bridge

The Game

As I’ve been praying over this new year, one passage of scripture keeps coming to mind:  For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the faith God has distributed … Continue reading The Game