This morning, during the prayers at the First Congregational Church UCC in South Portland, Maine, I will offer a version of these words. I offer these words here to share what God is doing in my life. It’s all quite… Continue reading

In my morning prayer, I’m using Jan Richardson’s In the Sanctuary of Women. If you are not familiar with Jan Richardson, I highly recommend her weekly Lectionary meditations at the Painted Prayerbook and in the days approaching Christmas her meditations at… Continue reading

Earlier tonight, I was shelling peas and marveling at how intricate those little peas are. Aren’t they beautiful? They are so precious and it just reminds me how precious life is. This was many of the mundane tasks of my… Continue reading

A friend of mine just posted this article on Facebook. She wasn’t the only one of my Facebook friends to share some bit of media about how Representative Lisa Brown was silenced in Michigan for using the word vagina. I’m… Continue reading

Around the corner from my home, there is a Catholic Church. It’s a neighborhood parish serving a mostly immigrant population. It’s a small building so it’s never going to be a huge congregation. It’s tucked in the neighborhood as a… Continue reading

Thirteen years ago, my cousin asked me to be her soon-to-be daughter’s godmother. This particular cousin came into my family by marriage. We don’t do very well of keeping track of how we’re all related anyhow. We’re just cousins. It’s… Continue reading

Sunday is Children’s Celebration Sunday at the church I serve where the children lead us in worship of their own creation. This year, they broke from the Revised Common Lectionary. (We use Seasons of the Spirit so they are used… Continue reading

Toward the end of seminary, my New Testament professor dared us to use non-canonical texts in worship and study. He encouraged us to engage faithful people in authentic study of these words that were not included in the traditional canon. I respond really… Continue reading

Last week, I awoke in a cold sweat from a dream. I wasn’t scared. I was furious because in this particular dream I was in Africa going toe-to-toe with a warlord. I wanted to open a hospital. This part of… Continue reading

Yesterday, I sat in the bliss of the shining sun on the beach reading the final chapters of Diana Butler Bass’ Christianity After Religion: The End of Church and the Birth of a New Spiritual Awakening. These are truly words… Continue reading