Life at The Table
In Seminary, a professor had a “Dead Church Swear Jar.” If we said local congregations, denominations, or the Church universal was dying or dead, we had to put money in […]
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Of Veils and Virgins: My Life with the Bees
Nothing graces the Christian soul so much as mercy; mercy as shown chiefly towards the poor, that thou mayest treat them as sharers in common with thee in the produce […]
From Shaking to Leaping
When I was preparing for my ordination, I was scared spitless to be in the pulpit and to preach in front of a congregation. My legs would start to shake […]
The Bricks and Mortar of Family
I have seen various versions of this meme going around Facebook, and while I don’t necessarily disagree with the sentiment, I generally just glanced past the posts without much thought. […]
Hearing and Being Heard: A Pastoral Response to Orlando
The Orlando shootings are not about me. Let’s start with that. I’m white, heterosexual (attracted to people of the opposite gender), and cisgendered (my internal gender identity matches the physical […]
A New Home In A New Land
Fifty-one years ago my maternal grandmother was sitting on a suitcase in Grand Central Station, crowds pressing in, sounds swirling around, smells lingering. Her new husband had gone off in […]
The Family of Faith
My son is starting Sunday School. Or, rather, my SON is starting SUNDAY SCHOOL!!!! Somehow, my infant child has transformed himself into a fast talking, faster-running 4-year-old. He is all […]
Ask a Young Clergy Woman: Spare Some Change Edition
Dear Askie, I’m a new pastor in a small farm town. The church is on the main road through town and I live in the parsonage next door. Across the […]
Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt: Breaking the Mold of Community
Being a young clergy woman sometimes feels like being a perpetual outsider. We find ourselves new to our congregations, new to our neighborhoods, and unlike most of the people in […]
Turbulent Waters: Discovering Church
Sleepily nursing my eight-day-old daughter after sending my one- and three- year olds off to school, I considered that it was Wednesday. Not just any Wednesday, but Ash Wednesday. I […]
