“What does a community of faithfulness look like in the midst of injustice?”ย ~Dr. Eric Barreto As we approach Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend, this is a question that captures our attention and begs for reflection. Dr. King imagined a…
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Eastertide V
Practicing Resurrection E is forย Every Body Rule # 3 for practicing resurrection: engage your whole body. We are equipped with a kind of knowing that is not mainly with our minds or cognitive abilities. We also know the world through…
Read MoreChristmas | Twelve Days to Celebrate
We’ve been celebrating the Twelve Days of Christmas at our house, with enthusiasm – or at least dedication – for more than twenty years. Hard to believe. In the beginning I was an eager and well-intentioned, but mostly uninformed young Baptist. I gave my husband (who was still my fiancรฉe that first year) 12 gifts in the days leading up to December 25. The next year at Christmas, when I was about to begin seminary, and we had been married for a few months, we shifted the tradition to the days after Christmas.
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โWhen we see the world as an end in itself, everything becomes itself a value and consequently loses all value, because only in God is found the meaning (value) of everything, and the world is meaningful only when it is the โsacramentโ of Godโs presence.โ โ Alexander Schmemann, For the Life of the World
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Unhinged and upended . . .
In my first Advent post I wrote about opening the little doors on an Advent calendar [link]. Today I’ve been thinking about a different set of doors.
It was 1993. (Don’t tell me, please, if you were in kindergarten that year.) I was just graduating from seminary. And I attended a worship service in Birmingham at the annual Baptist Women in Ministry (BWIM) meeting. Nancy Hastings Sehested was the preacher that day. The occasion was a ten-year anniversary of BWIM.
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Advent I : Be Present to This Moment
I first learned the word “Advent” not as a season, but as a description of small cardboard calendars that my parents brought home from Europe. Each year following Thanksgiving, we unpacked them from musty decoration boxes . . .
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