I graduated from seminary with a sense that theology would change the world. In part, I was right: the truth of who God is has changed everything about who I am and everything about the community in which I live. I walk the streets with this inheritance in hand – hope for any and everyone
The book of Lamentations is one I have not studied before. Though I have been raised in the Christian church, I have never heard a sermon on the book of Lamentations in my 25+ years of church attendance. I have never read a book on it. I have scarcely read the book itself. Lamentations is
Austin and I just got back from traipsing around Charleston for two days. I had never visited, and having celebrated our five year anniversary only a month ago, we relished the opportunity to eat our way through the city. Charleston is beautiful. It is a city of coordinated historic buildings, and mauve (my new favorite
The alarm buzzed somewhere beyond my comprehension and wrestled me from my sleep. Weary, groggy, and just a big achy, I gathered myself up, and switched on the light. Shuffling to the kitchen, I started turning over in my mind the day’s to-do list: I need to first make coffee, I need to check to
This is a post from the archives. I’m reposting it today in honor of Mother’s Day. Our good God, Today will be littered with cards and flowers, chocolates and hugs. Today there will be no apparent end to the hand-drawn stick figures scratched in green crayon next to the almost-legible: To Mom. Today we
I have always had a sweet tooth. I love desserts of all kinds – especially ice cream. And I can eat with the best of them. One of nine children in my family of origin, I like to say that I had to hold my own at the dinner table and when dessert was served.
*The following post is from the current study through the book of Philippians for digital subscribers. You’re seeing this post because I accidentally made it public – whoops! But that gives YOU a sneak peek into what we’re studying in the book of Philippians! Consider this a sample day, and if you’d like to subscribe
We have come to Good Friday. If you are anything like me, Good Friday is often overlooked in the midst of Easter preparations. Good Friday more marks the beginning of Easter weekend than a day dedicated unto itself. I did not grow up noticing Good Friday much; my church did not have a Good Friday
I hold the plate delicately. It feels light in my hands, and yet bears an unspoken weight. I turn it carefully in my hands, intentional to make it accessible to all who approach. “This is body of Christ,” I say with familiarity and resonance. “It is broken for you.” The words fall familiar on our
We live in a fast-paced culture of instant-gratification. Particularly in our day and age, we don’t wait for very much – do we? We have fast food and quick commutes, so it’s no wonder we just can’t handle it when asked to wait in line at the DMV. Waiting is foreign language to us, and