Generations of families have come through our doors, out into the city, and around the world, working and witnessing to God’s gracious and abundant love. But sometimes God invites us into a new work
Dana Bowman
Optimistic Sunflowers
Why does one keep opening the packet, extracting the seed, and pushing it down into the soil with no guarantee of a green answer?
There Is No Small Talk in Quarantine
The Education of an Introvert
Awkward and Holy
Awkward and Holy by Dana Bowman | April 15, 2020 I write this with both of my boys locked out of the house. Every day, from 12:30 until 2:00 p.m., I unceremoniously shove them outside, lock the door, and [...]
The Alpaca in the Manger
There are so many stories of Christmas. … And then there’s the one where the overly sincere parents try to bludgeon gratitude into their children.
Addiction & the Church
As an alcoholic in recovery, I occasionally have to deal with painful reminders of my past. It’s part of the deal. You go into recovery, and it’s really hard, and sometimes you have to pay your dues.
Entertaining Angels
My church has an adoption policy for the local college kids in our […]
It’s Not You, Church. It’s Me.
There are times when I am just a teensy bit jealous of my twenty-year-old […]
Cat on a Drawbridge
With zeal, I write: Resolution #1: My body is a temple. I will no longer steal my children’s marshmallow Santas. […]
One Weekend in October, All Is Perfect
We live in Lindsborg, Kansas, a small town that celebrates its Swedish heritage hard. This year was a Hyllningsfest year, celebrated biannually in early October when the entire town dons Swedish costumes and there’s music all over the place. It […]