SALT for the spirit: Googled

27 March 2007

Googled

So I googled myself tonight as I was avoiding writing my newsletter article and found this link. For those who don't care to read it, it's a sermon by someone who was quoting part of a sermon that I had published in a book a couple of years ago. I think, in academic standards, the gentleman would have been found guilty of pretty heavy plagiarism, but at least he parentheses-ed me. How crazy is that?

1 comment:

Ann Voskamp @Holy Experience said...: Your story of Brandon is a beautiful one... worthy of being told and retold... to have a church that is *home*... Just beautiful. Thank you for sharing such Christ-beauty with the world, April...

I send love,
Ann; Apr 2, 2007, 7:18:00 PM

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I am....

wife of Dennis, my sweet love - the kindest, gentlest, funniest, smartest man I've ever known and EXACTLY the man for whom I prayed (and not at all who I thought I wanted but thankfully, God is wiser than I);

mother of Annalivia '05, Daniel '07, Emmeliese '09, Peter '10, and Elora (born into the arms of Jesus '13) the hearts of my own heart, joys of my life, far more than I ever prayed for because my mind could never conceive of such wonderfully intricate and delightful little beings;

granddaughter of grandparents who taught me to love fiercely and forgive freely and that it is better to be respectful rather than proved right and grateful rather than gratified;

daughter of two amazing people who have devoted themselves to their children and family and have continued to figure out ways to love each other;

sister of three incredibly intelligent, clever, imaginative, zany younger sisters, my best friends, who are crazy enough to keep coming back, even though I do all sorts of things to drive them nuts;

friend of some hilarious people from kindergarten, grade school, high school, college, seminary and beyond;

former pastor learning the joys and challenges of being called to be home full-time-ish while volunteer-teaching at a teeny classical school;

pilgrim bumbling forward on this amazingly glorious journey towards Home.