Sylvia Schroeder


Black and White silhouette of Jesus in rays of sunshine, as if He had just risen from the grave.

Why Did Mary Anoint Jesus For His Burial Before He Died?

A big plastic red cup sits on the edge of the tub where he bathes. It keeps company with a yellow ducky, Noah’s ark, and a flapping tailed fish. The cup, once used for drinking water, now has graduated to one of those communal rites of childhood baths. Dipped and filled it streams a river […]

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The Biggest Reunion

“…looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.” Hebrews 12:2 ESV Fifty years is a long time. Half a century. It’s also just a breath, feather-light and temporary.  My […]

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Taste, Smell and Spiritual Sense

“It has no taste,” I told my husband last summer, disappointed the meat on my plate was not cooked right. But once the words came out, I recognized them as significant. My sense of taste and smell had vanished. This happened to a lot of people in the last couple of years.  My grandkids on […]

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God Sees The Whole Picture

As a child I loved working with dot to dot pictures. I pondered them before I put pencil to paper, trying to form in my mind the whole picture, wanting to unravel the yet unknown. With a crayon tight in his fist, my grandson looked at me satisfied and proud. The dot to dot on […]

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What Do You See?

“I no see it,” he says. His little spying eyes are squinted almost shut, focused on finding the far away airplane I point towards in the blue sky. “There,” I say to my three-year-old grandson. “See?”  I assure him of what is up there that he can’t see.  How often Jesus gently directs my gaze […]

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Can Someone Like That Ever Change? 

The talk was fierce. Fear rampant. He had orchestrated one murder, and was bent on more. Mobs and riots cheered the violence he inspired. It was unthinkable someone like that could ever change. Not only did no authority stop him, they permitted and encouraged him to do more of the same. He carried with him […]

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Going Beyond Boundaries 

“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.” -C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe Compelled to cross boundaries, some like David with his slingshot ready to face a giant, and […]

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Hidden Temper, Undeserved Grace

“Thar’ she blows,” a friend quipped of his late wife.  A sweet soul and my dear friend, she apparently hid a temper under her skin, not easily aroused but impressive to its recipients. He spoke of it with a twinkle in his eye, love in his laugh, and loss deep in his heart. Her spunky […]

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Enviable Comparable Endings

Asaph, King David’s talented musician had issues. He agonized over life’s inequality and unfairness and fell prey to a common problem. “For I was envious of the boastful, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.” Ps. 73:3 (NKJV). Comparison.  Everything from likes to houses, families to stuff, comparison invades my life. Maybe that’s why […]

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We Found the Wild Life

“Is there wildlife?” she asked over the phone. After moving from the midwest where deer and antelope play and seldom is heard a discouraging word, I paused just a moment to consider.  Well, there is my husband, I thought.  “Deer,” I replied.  We are supposedly retired here in the east. Wildlife no more. But, my […]

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