I’m No Superstar is a blog for people like me who want to make a difference in the world but know they aren’t activists. Each post contains a social action idea that most of us could do, a book that’s worth reading, or a link to a website that offers other ideas. Oh, and it’s all introduced by a sometimes quirky story from my life.
Well, it’s started. The rallies, the begging emails, the frantic calls. It’s primary season as we prepare for the midterm elections. It’s enough to make me want to hide my head in the sand for the next nine months. As I think about the last few elections, and what I wish for this one—or maybe,
A few weeks ago, my husband Les preached a sermon called “Seeking Man Up a Tree,” about the Bible character Zacchaeus (found in Luke 19 in the Bible). It was, of course, a good sermon (😄). It reminded me of the first magazine article I ever sold, called “The Zacchaeus Principle.” Published in the long-defunct Virtue magazine,
I had great parents. They weren’t perfect (who is?) but they gave us secure and fun childhoods. They launched us pretty well into adulthood. What I’m most grateful for, though, is what they taught us about priorities and how they taught it. The life lesson I think sums up our years living at home is
For the first time in our 11 years living in Ephrata, someone invited us to sit with them at the parade. Now I need to take a moment to give you some background on . . .
“The first time you saw me, I was cleaning your bathroom floor! Only you didn’t see me.” It’s a line from a movie (Maid in Manhattan), but it’s the reality for maids, waiters, and cashiers everywhere. They’re invisible people. Often, we simply don’t see them. In fact, arrests have occurred because criminals were so unaware
“The way I found God space—sacred moments in which we encounter the holy—was to begin to see all of my life as lived in space of God.” This is the premise of Keri Wyatt Kent’s latest book GodSpace: that we open ourselves up for more God moments when we realize he is all around us in
“One day our neighbor’s five-year-old daughter was kidnapped and held for ransom. The family was later told that the intended victim was our son [but the little girl was easier to grab]. The next day we left everything behind and fled.” We heard this story Sunday night as Les and I had dinner with a
Elliott came to his mom with paper stars containing two symbols. “What are these?” she asked. “They say R S. They are prayer cards for Syrian refugees. I want to hand them out so people can pray for the refugees and then when they meet one, they can say, ‘Hey, come stay at my house.’” When
Saturday saw us enjoying lunch with some pastor friends at a small restaurant. The place was pretty empty, so we sat there a couple of hours, catching up since we hadn’t seen each other in two years. Our waitress, I’ll call her J, was personable and funny. As we neared the end of our stay, our
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