The Last Supper It’s Holy Week. And I’m feeling it, deeply. I’m feeling the tension and the betrayal and the fear. I’m feeling the despair and hope and wonder. There’s a lot held in these seven days. It dawned on me today: these seven days are our life. It’s all Holy Week. It’s all there… Continue reading It’s All Holy Week
To the person who feels the need to comment on every news story or Facebook post about the immorality of anything outside of the heteronormative life, I can’t change your mind. I know this, that’s why I don’t engage in that way. I know that if I share my story in the comment section I… Continue reading I Can’t Change Your Mind
Not necessarily related to this post other than maybe I remember something from way back when... and a picture of us as cute kids makes me feel better. 😉 I remember standing up front in the old sanctuary with all the other little kids singing in the choir. I remember singing “swing low, sweet chariot,… Continue reading The Church I Remember
At one point in time I checked the “divorced” box when I filled out forms. When I was just a few days past my 21st birthday, I stood in front of my fiance and my pastor and made a commitment — a covenant. I stood in front of our family and friends, in front of… Continue reading I Made a Choice. They Didn’t.
The plan was to get a puppy when Denali was around 8 years old. We figured it would give her a boost in energy and give me the boost I’d need when the inevitable happened. It was a good plan, but I figured it would never come to fruition because of the other plan —… Continue reading An Angel Covered in Fur
On Monday morning I was walking the dogs like I always do. It was before the sunrise, so house lights and two streets lights were the only points of illumination along the street. We reached the turnaround spot and were headed back to the house. We came up to an odd intersection - where three… Continue reading Is it a Sign?
After taking a few months off of attending a worship service each week, I found my way to a new church last November. I was hopeful that I would find a new church community – new friends, new classes, new worship. Although I liked the pastors, I never really made a connection with that church… Continue reading Going Home
On Sunday I visited a new church (to me) to hear their new pastor preach. Her husband led our Camino trip and in his unbiased opinion he told me she is a really good preacher. I listened to her first sermon online and decided I needed to go hear her in person. She’s doing a… Continue reading Letting Go
My Myers Briggs type is ENFJ. My Enneagram number is two. If you know anything about either of those, then you know I like to be around people. Although I suspect my “E” isn’t as strong as it used to be, I’m still an extrovert. What’s surprising to me is that a lot of the… Continue reading With People
I mentioned a few posts back how I’m using The SALT Project’s Lenten study this season. It’s not too demanding – a reading on Ash Wednesday, then one for each Sunday and a few extra during Holy Week. There’s a Gospel reading paired with one of Mary Oliver’s poems. I’ve wanted to read more of… Continue reading Confirmation