Kristin Schell
I’m thrilled to have Shelly Miller join us today. Shelly is a dear friend, author, and Sabbath keeper. Last fall, Shelly joined me at the Turquoise Table where we chatted about the connection between having a Sabbath heart and practicing the gift of hospitality. Rest and hospitality go hand in hand, but sometimes that can feel counterintuitive. Shelly, who lives in…
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Those are my men—Husband and our oldest. I snapped this photo one day while they were discussing football. I don’t understand the half of it, but I love hearing their sports commentary. Husband plays the role of head coach in our house. He’ll clap his hands together and shout, “what’s your game plan?” I’m not much into sports, but I know…
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“If there is any concept worth restoring to its original depth and evocative potential, it is the concept of hospitality.” Henri Nouwen We’ve hit the middle mark of 31 Days of Outrageous Hospitality. So far, we’ve talked about excuses. Shared stories of what hospitality looks like to others. And, answered daily questions around the table about what outrageous hospitality means….
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Remember way back to last week when I shared I wanted to be like Ludmilla? I wondered if I could place a plaque next to the entrance of our home ~ Embassy of the Kingdom of Heaven? Well, I’m pretty sure that this week, I’m more qualified to slap a bumper sticker on the minivan that reads Queen…
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As the sun sets tonight the Jewish holiday of Purim begins. I wonder if my grandmother ever made hamantashen cookies with her Aunt Rose who owned a tea room in Amarillo in the early nineteen-hundreds. My great-grandfather Godfrey Baum, a grocery merchant, surely stocked the traditional Purim cookies at his stores Baum’s Helpy-Selfy. Although, I can’t say for sure. There…
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My heart longs. I’m making pancakes for tonight’s Shrove Tuesday celebration, but my soul has moved on. Past the celebration, forward to the thin place where the Holy Spirit draws near as breath. Tomorrow, black ash will mark me. An outward sign on my forehead of an inward condition of my heart. I welcome Lent always, but this year I’ve…
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