“Happy Birthday to the Church” Sunday is the day of the church year when we celebrate the birthday of the church. Pentecost. I smell the cake that I just took out of the oven. I’m teaching children tomorrow and we’ll…
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Cry of Absence The mornings are so hot already. It’s only June. But heat + humidity = heat index of unbearable. I rolled out early to run this morning. Wednesdays rarely hold any exercise. Full days followed by church and…
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Take and Eat For a second year we are gardening on a grand scale. Well, to be honest, my husband is gardening on a grand scale and I’m supportive and help when I can. He and my daughter and a…
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A Brief History of Reading Part I (mine, not everyone else’s) Although it is tempting tonight to try and be clever about today’s failed prediction of the rapture, I’ll resist. Most of my friends on fb – and the rest of…
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Carpet and Other Upheavals Getting new carpet is a lot like moving. Inside your own house. When we moved into this house eleven years ago the carpet needed replacing. But I’d given up a full time job to go back to…
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Advocacy +++++++++++++++ “One of the hardest things women in ministry have to do is advocate for themselves.” Monday. I’m sitting in on a monthly meeting of the “Heightening the Role of Women in Baptist Life.” It is a conversation hosted…
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Keeping Watch in Silence This is the song that has been playing in my mind all day: Thistle and Weeds by Mumford and Sons. It begins in despair. The images of the homegrown video are evocative in their own way,…
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Show and Tell For the last six weeks, since Ash Wednesday, I’ve been slowly working out at the far reaches of my own competence, for the sake of learning something new. For the sake of trying a new practice and…
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Passion with feeling with purpose with all the forces of life and death +++++ how do we practice passion faithfully? sounds like a contradiction faithfulness has become staid, drab, a march to boredom, lifeless while passion sounds like a crowd…
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