Desiring Significance
In my teens, my imagination was filled with the heroism of Amy Carmichael, Mary Slessor, Mother Teresa, and a host of others who left all for the sake of...
Author: Laura Cerbus
Longing for Certainty
I’m not sure that I should be the one writing this piece. This past year, the question of staying has been on my mind frequently, and not with any...
Longing for Wholeness
When our children were very young, I delighted in hauling them along with me to whatever I was involved in. My oldest slept, wrapped in a sling, while I...
Learning Their Names
A couple of years ago, over the summer holidays, we explored a common feature of southern Victoria: the rock pools along the coast. Most of the bay coastline from...
Parting with Tradition
December has arrived, and with it the full onslaught of Christmas preparations. Our house is decorated; now I’m turning my attention to the holiday baking, gift-buying, and end-of-the-year and...
A Different Kind of Sight
I found out today that the habit I’ve picked up in the past couple of months is called doomscrolling. Even if the term is new to you, as it...
Let It Be
The word “disciple” usually brings to mind the Twelve: Jesus’ closest followers, the men with whom he spent most of his three-year ministry. From the many stories we have...
The Help We Need
For us cross-cultural workers, so far away from our mothers, we tend to mother ourselves — to hack and schedule and self-care our way into health and flourishing. And...
Not My Own
“I am not my own. I am bought with a price.” The woman recited the words quietly, without power of voice or presence. A petite, white-haired woman in a...
Seasonal Disorientation {The Grove: Regional Traditions}
In the northeastern United States where I grew up, the holidays of the church moved with the rhythm of the seasons. In November, the days grew shorter as our...
