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This is Church: Part 1

August 9, 2015 By Cynthia English Leave a Comment

The smell of varnish permeates the old theater as a small group of believers shuffle in for worship. Hushed conversations and the sound of a baby crying fill the small space. She sits nervously picking at her fingernails hoping no one will notice the stain on her shirt or the scars on her forearms. She […]

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Sunday Morning Coming Down: Why I’m Terrified To Go To Church (But Go Anyway)

June 28, 2015 By Cynthia English Leave a Comment

I woke up this morning feeling uneasy. Sunday mornings always make me a little uneasy, but after Friday’s SCOTUS ruling (and the ensuing social media demonstrations for or against marriage equality), I was worried. Very worried. Would I see disapproving stares from people who read my Facebook feed and know where I stand on this […]

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The Idea For Which I Am Willing To Live And Die

February 3, 2015 By Cynthia English Leave a Comment

“What matters is to find a purpose, to see what it really is that God wills that I shall do; the crucial thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die.” -Søren Kierkegaard I am not a philosopher, but I’m […]

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Christians Need To Be More Than Believers

December 13, 2014 By Cynthia English Leave a Comment

Earlier this year I had the privilege of speaking to a group of women from my church about what it means to be a Christian. Spoiler alert! It is NOT about believing. Scriptures: Calling of the first disciples. (Luke 5:1-11; Matthew 4:18-20); The fellowship of the believers (Acts 2:42-47) Luke 5:1-11 (NLT) -The First Disciples 1 One […]

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Learning to Live in the Quiet

November 29, 2014 By Cynthia English Leave a Comment

I think I’ve forgotten how to live in the quiet. Silence is such a rarity in my life that when I experience an elusive moment of quiet I often feel uneasy. Anyone with young children will tell you, quiet usually means trouble. Quiet means my toddler unraveled the toilet paper in the bathroom or found […]

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