By Amy Butler I’m fairly certain the most comforting words are not words at all. At least through all these years of trying to be an effective pastoral caregiver, I sure hope so. While I’d like to imagine I can…
The blind chaperone and the homeless woman
By Amy Butler Every once in a while, I’m shaken into the reality of my own inability to see clearly. Again. It happened a couple of years ago. In a moment of weakness, I had earlier promised offspring Sammy I’d…
Of slugs and sermon illustrations
By Amy Butler I seem to be always scouting around for theological metaphors — you know, fast-and-ready ways to talk about that mystery we like to call God. I do not consider this tendency of mine an exceptionally unusual talent….