It was our first big conference at Christar. Mark was standing at the back of the room talking to some guy — a rather shaggy looking guy named Brian. Turns out he had lived in the place of my birth and governed my high school alma mater. He spoke Pidgin English and knew people I knew. On top of that, his wife was a counselor (as is my husband) and they were involved in missionary member care.
Author: Eva Burkholder
Of the Same Mind
"I can't wait to graduate and leave this house," I cried to my mother. My eighteen-year-old self was upset with my father. I don't remember the specific complaint, but I often disagreed with my dad. I loved my father very much, but we often did not see eye to eye. And as I continued to … Continue reading Of the Same Mind
Make It So
Mary’s response to the angel’s commission to give birth to the Savior of the mankind is nothing short of extraordinary and deserves digging into. While I am not a Greek scholar, a little internet searching reveals a rich gold mine of truth.
Stand Firm
I was a bus monitor in sixth grade. I took my job very seriously, so when a few of the boys were disrupting the quiet line order, I demanded to know what was so engrossing. That was my introduction to The Hobbit. My school mates challenged me to read the book before I judged it and so began a lifetime of fascination with all things Lord of the Rings.
Power in Creating
“Why pay $39.99? I can easily make those,” I said to my husband. We were wandering the shops of McKinney, Texas while on our anniversary date and the varieties of stuffed pumpkins caught my eye. I am a great copier. Not many of my ideas are original. But I can take a sample or a pattern … Continue reading Power in Creating
Joy and Crown
As the nip of autumn fills the air, my mind turns to Thanksgiving. This is my reminder to thank you who make my ministry possible—you who intercede and give. I struggle every year because words seem inadequate. A gift card or a souvenir is too small. But a larger gift is a conflict of interest. How can I take funds from carefully sacrificed donations and turn around and spend them on a gift to the giver? Such is my strange lifestyle and predicament.
In The Boat
Lake Brienz, Switzerland. Photo: Mark Burkholder (Mark 6:31-34) Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.” So they went away by themselves in a boat to a … Continue reading In The Boat
Adrift
Twelve weeks ago, my father—the last of my direct ancestors—died. As I adjust to a world without dad, unfamiliar feelings are rising in me and I have been struggling to put words to them. Is this simply grief? Or is it symbolic of more? I feel like I am sitting motionless in water. Adrift, unmoored, … Continue reading Adrift
