Entries by Kelly Boubel Shriver

The Work We Leave For Others

One of my favorite podcasts is ‘Judge John Hodgman,’ in which comedian John Hodgman pontificates over somewhat trivial disputes between friends and family members. It’s a funny, well-produced, and often thought-provoking romp through pop-ethics in all the best ways. If you haven’t listened before, it’s well worth your time (and may I recommend the episode […]

Pastoring After Orlando

In the wake of the shootings in Orlando, you are not alone if, as a clergyperson, you find yourself asking, “What’s a real thing I can do in response to this?” Members of The Young Clergy Women Project shared some of their ideas over the last few days. Here are some ideas from young clergy women in a […]

Lenny Letter, for a Bigger World

In my world as a solo minister, the line between work and play, home and church, is blurry and indistinct. Every book I pick up has the potential to become part of my adult education lesson. Bedtime stories with my sons often translate into children’s messages. Baking cookies is both relaxing and a great way […]


“Give us this day our daily bread.”  Too often, I think, we hear this phrase preached as a call to the daily, a reminder to live in the moment, not thinking too far ahead and not lingering too long in the past.  I know I’ve preached that sermon more than once.  And although this message […]

A Vision

It’s the closest I’ve ever come to having a vision. There were no trances or hallucinations, no fevered frenzy or mystic insights for the ages. There was nothing dramatic that would call attention to myself or invite curious questions about my sanity. There was nothing like that. It was just an image that came quietly, […]

On Healing and Time

She had heard about Jesus, so she came up behind him through the crowd and touched his robe. For she thought to herself, “If I can just touch his robe, I will be healed.” (Mark 5:27, 28 NLT) This unnamed woman in Mark 5:25-34 is my soul sister.  As a lonely teenager, isolated and invisible, […]

Lazarus Speaks

You’d think I would be grateful for a second chance at life— if you can call it that. The first death, you see, was relatively swift, and unexpected, and anyway, I was delirious from the fever. The second is biding its time, maddeningly. The chief priests needn’t have hired this one’s desperate cousin or that […]

At My Wits’ End

Psalm 107:23-32 (St. Helena Psalter) Some went down to the sea in ships,          and plied their trade in deep waters. They beheld your works, O Lord,          and your wonders in the deep. In 1995, I was a junior in college. I had the opportunity to study abroad, and so I […]