by Hillary Yoder | March 6, 2018 | Shepherd | 0 Comments

    Shame. We’re all acquainted with this pit in our stomach; we’ve felt and been forced into shame since before we knew how to spell our names. Guilt. The anxious feeling that we need to hide so we aren’t exposed and embarrassed. When I was 5 or 6 years old, I...

by Scott Olson | March 1, 2018 | Apostle | 0 Comments

A week ago, I experienced vertigo for the first time, though only briefly. Then, a couple of days later, it began again and has not ceased even until this very moment. In being bed-ridden this week, I’ve experienced a new kind of weakness in which I, literally, cannot...

by Hillary Yoder | February 22, 2018 | Shepherd | 0 Comments

Leftovers for lunch today. Pork chops and mashed potatoes, yum. But the spinach… yuck. I tried combining bites of the spinach with the mashed potatoes, but I could still taste the green part, but the spuds made them swallow-able. Kind of. I was longing for a bite of...

by Scott Olson | January 2, 2018 | Apostle | 0 Comments

This is a poem that I wrote and performed on Christmas Eve during our joint gathering with Compass Church, Wayfarer's Chapel, and City Church as the body participated in communion together in the Ivy Wild School gym. Incarnation God takes on flesh Divinity clothed in...

by Scott Olson | June 26, 2017 | Apostle | 0 Comments

Re – new – al :: “The replacing or repair of something that is worn out, run-down, or broken.” I was 13 years old, a freshman in high school, and was forced by my football coach to run the 100m, 200m, 400m and cross country to improve my speed and stamina as a part of...

by Hillary Yoder | June 19, 2017 | Shepherd | 0 Comments

I think this could possibly be one of the most controversial topics in our society today: love your enemy. Love those who abuse you. Love the racist, the debt collector, the person who flipped you off today for no reason. Love the person that broke into your car last...