He brings them home after a long Valentine’s Day full of construction paper and sticky fingers. Like all days now – with three kids in our little house – his arrival is greeted with squealing children and his wife somewhere among the … Continue reading
We played “Come Away With Me” at our wedding – our first dance after making a promise way too big for a couple of arrogant kids. It’s a lazy, lovely song about the easy adventure of falling in love. Nora Jones … Continue reading
Your friends were a little surprised when you got that ring – the one he bought at the PX at a serious discount, chose with the help of a clerk in a vest and a weary smile. You heard how … Continue reading
We started this thing as kids. We were half-children guessing at adulthood. He had a paycheck and I had a diploma and together we were going to take the world – our chunk of it anyway. Everybody has their struggle … Continue reading
It’s that simple and that hard. Go and sin no more. And with those words Jesus made the prostitute pure; she was perfect and holy and never had to struggle against her desires again. Right? Or did Jesus simply make … Continue reading
She is my first born. She is cautious and thoughtful and is always, “Eli! No!”-ing to keep him out of harm’s way. She is a brave little diva and has no problem grabbing the mic after Sunday services to entertain … Continue reading
It’s been eight years. Since I gave him my last name and everything else that had only ever been mine. We got married when I was in my last months of 18, but we’d waited long enough. I knew I … Continue reading
So here we are again. Amazon boxes that once held books which go waaay over my head fill our recycling bin, the calendar is charted out with breaks and exams, Netflix is enjoying more of our viewership as I try … Continue reading
I pray for closeness, but who creates the distance? It is so easy for me to get off my knees, walk out the door and let the symphony of my spirit joining His fade into muted haze. Easier still to … Continue reading
Last night we saw Anna Karenina at the movies for our 7th year anniversary date. Aside from the fact that it was a visual and artistic masterpiece, we were just completely taken with the story.
This is the part where I admit I haven’t read the book. I started it, but like so many potential reads, I did not get far before I put it down for life to happen and never picked it up again.
So I didn’t really know what to expect. I knew there was something about adultery in it (and to be honest, that always made me a little weary of watching/reading it; I’m sick of the romanticized whoredom our culture is so obsessed with). And I knew it was set in Imperial Russia. That’s pretty much it.
So if you’re unfamiliar with it, I won’t ruin anything for you (but you should at least go see the movie). Gabe and I were really affected by it. We spent over an hour talking about it after we left the theater and we realized that what was so striking was actually the Gospel covered in 19th century fashion and splattered over salacious dialogue.