My church's sermon page is currently un-updateable, but my personal archive is working. My sermon/talk from the week of the murders (the Sunday sermon, not the funeral message) is now uploaded here, and called 'untitled'. This week I had several guests who went on the Ecuador trip with me and our service ran long, but… Continue reading I Post, Therefore I Am
A friend and fellow feminist (who would never mess around with gender pronouns) quoted my funeral homily in one of her sermons. The original sermon (not the memorial service homily thing) is back in my possession as my webmaster is having technical difficulties (as in a power outage fried his computer's guts). As soon as… Continue reading I’m quoted!
Every so often, people wonder (sometimes aloud, and sometimes even to my face) about the necessity of all those years of schooling. Did I really need to study philosophy and religion for four years in undergraduate and three years in graduate school, or was that a waste? they ask. Doesn't God just speak to the… Continue reading The Importance of Theology
So much for keeping the press out of it. And I swear, despite the fact that I was before about 300 Republicans and fundies, I never used a gender pronoun for God. Just goes to show you that people hear what they want to hear: Intrepid reporter apparently hiding under the organ gets most of… Continue reading Long day’s journey somewhere…
Following Sunday's difficult service, I had this email in my inbox tonight. I will pull this out whenever I feel like I've made no difference whatsoever. The author is a young man with a wife and adopted son, who has been attending our church off an on for a few months. (names have been removed)… Continue reading Actual Email from a Congregant
And also, probably (because of that), my best. This morning was supposed to be back-to-sunday school day, a time to focus on kids and sing "Jesus Loves Me" and talk about how Jesus wanted the little children to come to him. And we did that. For about fifteen minutes. And then the kids left the… Continue reading The Hardest Day of My Ministry to Date
Christ is Risen. Later than usual, and far more rested than the past couple of weeks, so have I. The week before Holy Week was a nightmare. Two funerals and two congregants in the hospital, and my sermon for Palm Sunday was one of those brutally honest I-didn't-actually-write-a-sermon sermons. Ick. Holy Week itself I got… Continue reading Life After Easter
All things considered, it went well. My mom called Saturday morning and asked if she could come because she "felt a need to be with me." The woman must be psychic, because 25 years old or no, I'd been missing my mommie something awful. We had a wonderful time together and she cleaned my house… Continue reading First Sunday