New things are coming

Here’s your first look at something new coming up soon. Be sure to check here and the Facebook group at ​ for updates and new posts. ​ 

Like I said in the video, take a look at Judges chapter 9. We’ll be examining an original #shieldmaiden as we explore the concept.

Looking forward to discussing this with you all!

Agnes and the Big Void

  It occurred to me a few years ago that as our faith deepens, so can our capacity for melancholy–it seems the two can be quite attached. I remember reading that Mother Theresa had struggled more with her faith in the last few years of her life than ever before.  At the time, the idea occurred to me that the longer we press into God, the more we discover Him, the more we discover how much we don’t know and can’t understand about him.  And, truth be told, we simply don’t like that.  The more we invest in God, the more we learn about him, the closer we want to be to having a handle on who and what He is.  We really do want him to be small enough to understand, to comprehend, and perhaps even, to control. It’s unsettling when we discover that that doesn’t happen.  We just get more and more capable of understanding how infinitely big God is, and more and more aware of how incapable we are of understanding him.   Our concept of Big gets even bigger. And sometimes that realization is depressing.  Perhaps we need to accept that a hallmark of a maturing faith, is that the sunshine and lollypops of the Santa-God who grants three wishes dissappears.  Replaced by a mysterious and wild God whom we can neither predict nor control.
And all the while, God can hold onto us, even when he seems so alien to us, we don’t even know where to hold on to him.

August Photo Challenge

I’m working like crazy to get my Etsy store open by September 1st, and in anticipation of that goal, I’ve put together an Instagram photo challenge.  Just to have some fun during August to get the word out during this pre-launch season. If you’re interested in knowing more about the Armory Journal, click the link in the menu, and join our Facebook group. There will be pre-order specials this month, so be sure to follow here, Pinterest, Facebook and Instagram to catch them while they’re available! 

About the Armory Journal


You are invited to join my new Facebook group for this project at

Currently Armory Journals are available for purchase through Etsy at

If you read through some of the archived posts on this site (specifically see this one) you’ll see that I’ve been wrestling with a problem for a few years. Continue reading “About the Armory Journal”

Ancient-Future Grace


There is so much going on in Holy Week, that it is hard to catch the meaning and significance of it all. But there are a few points we don’t want to miss.  There is this mystery of time that we encounter during Holy Week.  The mystery of time is always present, but we are confronted by it in a powerful way during the Easter Season.  Continue reading “Ancient-Future Grace”

Enter the Slave Garden

photo by Tulay Palaz
photo by Tulay Palaz

Living Hope Community Church meets at Ironwood Elementary School, and to enter, you must pass through a small gated courtyard before you reach the doors to the worship space.
Every Sunday we are able to come to our church space, pass through the gates, enter through the door, and participate in the worship service. There are no requirements, no check points, no guards at the door who require you to prove your worthiness to enter. You are not restricted by your age, your gender, your education, your finances or your past. You aren’t stopped because of who your parents are or were. You don’t have to present papers, or pay to enter. You are welcomed in freely.
But what if that weren’t the case? What if you showed up and there were chains on the gate? What if, suddenly, you were made to enter though a side door, and wait for the chance that you might (or might not) be allowed to enter? What if someone or something owned you, and you weren’t free to worship how or where or when you wanted, because the one who owned you had forbidden it?

Continue reading “Enter the Slave Garden”