Don’t Rot the Gospel

By: Marci Preheim on Tuesday October 3, 2017

These were the words I heard from my soon-to-be manager at a popular fast food restaurant. I was sixteen years old and the proud owner of a brand new car payment, thus the need for more than a dollar an hour to watch kids on Friday and Saturday nights. Every time I clocked-in at my new job, I hoped...

Can’t Keep Your Crazy To Yourself

By: Marci Preheim on Thursday September 14, 2017

It was June, but I was wearing a hat and long sleeves, and was happy to see that the bank had an awning over the ATM. I pulled under it, left my two small children in the car (with the door open and the windows down of course) and dashed three feet away to pull out my cash. As I started to get back...

Learning Through Joy

By: Marci Preheim on Tuesday August 15, 2017

This Proverb, written on a flowery postcard, sat next to my alarm clock for years. It was hand-printed in calligraphy, as if beautiful handwriting could somehow dress up shame and make it palatable. Those were the days when I believed if I knew the right thing to do, I would be able to discipline...

The Benefits of Preaching Law

By: Marci Preheim on Thursday July 27, 2017

My husband had come into the room to find Brock trying to insert a metal shaft from his erector set into the power outlet. Arnie reacted suddenly in anger and horror and fear. His harsh rebuke scared Brock so much that he cried for a long time and could not be comforted. When the danger had passed,...

The Search For Safety

By: Marci Preheim on Thursday July 6, 2017

In an ideal world Christians would live together in harmony. Of course in an ideal world, everyone would get along. But Christianity by nature should be a safe haven of humble, loving fellowship. A respite from a dark and abusive world for those who are weary of their own sin and the sins committed...

Move In with a Prophet

By: Marci Preheim on Thursday June 8, 2017

The silence was broken by a request from the teacher—would anyone like to make a suggestion for what to study next? One woman hesitantly raised her hand: “Now that we’ve studied Romans, I think I’m ready to study Romans.” Everyone knew what she meant. We wished we had known what we knew...

The Kid Who Threw Up in the Cafeteria

By: Marci Preheim on Thursday May 11, 2017

You know the kid in elementary school who threw up in the cafeteria? Even thirty years later, he will be remembered for that. It wasn’t pretty. No matter how many accolades that kid receives in life, in his hometown, he will be remembered for his smelly mess that day in the cafeteria. People...

It Hurts to Love You

By: Marci Preheim on Thursday April 6, 2017

Sometimes it hurts to love you, you know? No, I realize that you don’t know. You’ve said as much; Why can’t you just be quiet? Why can’t we go back to the way it was? The things you say reveal that you don’t get it. Of course you want to go back. Back to when I carried our conflict in...