Is it possible to find beauty in the face of death? Can your heart be full of peace even when you know death is knocking on the door?
Is it possible to find beauty in the face of death? Can your heart be full of peace even when you know death is knocking on the door?
As a minister of a small congregation, one of the greatest blessings for me is witnessing intergenerational ministry continue to take root in the church in organic ways.
Imagine with me for a moment that you walk into a gathering of people you don’t yet know.
All too familiar faces appeared, interviewing familiar experts who provided analysis of an all too familiar event: another school shooting.
Being trauma informed doesn’t excuse someone else’s bad behavior; it invites you to offer a healing presence in order to establish deeper relationship.
Very often people talk about being surprised. There is something about hearing a woman speak a prayer from a place of reverence and faith that feels much more right than wrong.
By the time I went into surgery on July 19th (2007), I had completed my trips to San Antonio, Austin, Malibu, and St. Petersburg, Russia.
When you are deeply invested in something, you begin to own it. For persons in church leadership, the well-being of congregations and the effectiveness of ministries can become personal.
Can there be love without suffering? Doesn’t love inevitably and always lead us to suffering?
Zombies are all the rage these days. They are the dead who will not stay dead, the dead who feed on life, the dead who must be killed again—and again.
If you want to change a system, you have to change something about the way it relates and interacts with the other parts.
I think the church could and should offer a different kind of space: a space that welcomes authentic selves, wounds and all.
Even in the lives of the redeemed, one does not have to look far to find struggle and pain.
Jesus emptied his entitlement so that he could serve others. I don’t believe that in a million years he ever would expect someone else to iron his clothes.
The weekend between classes I went to see the city accompanied by my guide. We walked to the Winter Palace with a slight detour through the Palace Square.
If you’ve been through an elder selection process recently, I suspect you heard one word more than any other: “No.”
The Spring 2018 issue of The Priscilla Papers (a journal committed to biblical gender-equity) includes my essay: "Daughter Divine: Proverbs’ Woman of Wisdom."
You may now listen to each of the first five episodes of A Fire in My Bones: A Memoir of Life with CRPS as read by the author (me).
As pastors and preachers, are we regularly reminding our communities what winning looks like?