Thursday, April 28, 2016

Powerless Cleansing

by Danetta Kellar

Can’t you see that what you eat won’t defile you? Food doesn’t come in contact with your heart, but only passes through the stomach and then comes out again.” (By saying this, (Jesus) showed that every kind of food is acceptable).” 
-Mark 7:18-19, NLT

The juice cleanse promised it would change my life. Daily instructions, recipes, and shopping lists were provided in exact detail so I would know precisely what to do.  I was excited to change my life. After all, according to Dr. Oz, Oprah, and the magazines at the local check-out aisle, I was sluggish and tired because I needed to detoxify my system. The verdict was in: I was dirty on the inside.

After three days of following these food rules to a tee, I began to wonder if I was actually becoming more toxic on the inside. My family could sure attest to it. Grumpy, irritable, and starving, I was like a roving maniac, wandering through the kitchen, opening cabinet doors only to walk away empty-handed and empty-stomached. 

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Springtime Always Returns: A Reflection on Grief

by Danetta Kellar

for my family

I  made the long trip up the mountain again last week. The rolling green hills, dotted with spring flowers, the tall timbers budding with purple and red kept their secret well. No one could imagine what sadness they witnessed on a summer evening almost two years ago. This is the place of our sorrow, a place where our family has grieved and tried to make sense of senseless evil.

But on this day, the day of my sojourn back, springtime has returned. The sun is bright and the sky an amazing blue. The birds are twittering around excitedly waiting for life to burst forth. Life on the mountain is going on, past the winter, past the grief.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

A Time for Replanting

by Danetta Kellar

The rubber plant in my dining room is reaching toward the sun this morning. Day after day I have walked past it, not noticing. When I brought it home the first day so many years ago, it was a small starter plant that I hoped would grow to fill the immense ceramic pot in which I placed it. Over the years I have pruned, shaped, watered, and fertilized this lovely little tree. 

Today as I passed through, intent on the busyness of the day, I stopped in my tracks. The tree was beckoning to me, imploring me to notice it. Large green leaves on strong stems reached upward, stretching in the golden morning light. 

It has outgrown its pot, I thought to myself. It cannot grow any bigger in that beautiful planter. It needs a newer, bigger space in which to grow.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Spiritual Tattletale

Don't be afraid to tattle on Fear.
by Danetta Kellar

As a new mother, I was constantly on edge in our new home. My son was so small, and we had just moved into a walled city where no one spoke English. There were no green grassy parks, no colorful playgrounds dotted with safety-approved swing sets, monkey bars, and see-saws. The streets were full of people, donkeys, and carts full of exotic wares. A little person could easily get trampled. Everywhere we went we had to be cautious, alert to unsafe conditions. 

Like an old-fashioned flicker film, pictures of danger would flash through my mind of some accident or other befalling my little boy. 


Fear began to chant its cheer and fill me to the brim.

In that new and strange setting, the fearful imaginings became more frequent. I would freeze in those moments, fear choking me to silence as I imagined the grim details of my imaginary worst-case scenario.