Christian blogger – angie dicken

Blatant

The other day, I was telling someone I respect that a semi-trucker was driving recklessly, and their response to me was, “Well, be careful around those, they probably don’t speak English.”

A Hand in Injustice

If I am not mindful, my intense desire for justice sours all goodness. Hatred is kindled, and more often than not, emotions and sharp words cast off Christ in my exchanges.

Sometimes, I meet people and learn bits of their story…at the store, at a traffic light, at work, at school. They are often unexpected—the stories I hear—but I am rarely as moved as I was this week during an encounter with a stranger.

My Identity

I have become insecure in this identity of “mother”, and having 3 adult sons and a teen daughter, I thought I would have outgrown it by now.

Traces of Hatred

I am desperate to weed out the anger, the hatred, the prejudice from my heart. There is nothing in the way of Christ that looks like the climate today—the twisting of politics and doctrine, the excuses for hate speech and elitism. Why is it so easy to fall into the tossing waves of this worldContinue reading “Traces of Hatred”