I’m writing on Election Day with a simple question: How are you holding up? That I should need to ask is itself a sign of today’s anxiety, that we should be so worried, wound up, and wounded within … even before all the votes are cast, much less counted.
From the Archives: All Saints' Day Reflection 2019
From the Kids @ Glenn archive: circa 2019:
If we could all be in touch with our feelings as authentically as a two-year-old, we'd probably have healthier grieving. (Though it may make daily life a bit more awkward when we throw ourselves on the ground in a fit if a Mexican restaurant doesn't serve a hamburger. Hypothetically.)
During the last few months, anytime our little guy sees anything that reminds of him of his great-grandfather who died this summer (for example, an American flag like he saw at the funeral), he cocks his head to the side and sweetly says, "Papa. Died. Saaaaad." Complete with exaggerated sad face.
Words from Westmoreland: A Cause for your Causes
Glenn Memorial United Methodist Church offers engagement for the mind, nurture for the soul, and training in the practices of the heart for anyone who wishes to attend. Show me another institution of higher education that reaches higher than the heavens, while serving folks from infancy to infinity. The church’s goal is lofty—to offer the “breadth and length and height and depth, [that you might] know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, [and] be filled with all the fullness of God” (Ephesians 3:19 of our academic catalog). Mind, heart, and soul—that’s a well-rounded education.