Every Last Thing is a Season
This Easter I am practicing resurrection. I am practicing hope. I am practicing knowing that no matter how bad it gets there is redemption, even after death.
The Tomb is Empty and We’re Still Home
We started this whole quarantine, isolation, homeschool, work from home thing almost a month ago in the middle of Lent. The me who loves rhythms of liturgical seasons could spiritually get behind the idea that we would spend Lent sacrificing for others.
God’s Lesson on Boundaries
A few weeks ago I was diagnosed with shingles. The week before that I had strep throat. A few weeks before that my children started a new school year and the church program year began. A few weeks before that my mother died of dementia.I’m 35.
Summer of Angst
This summer my family is experiencing a whole lot of angst. Small scale going to kindergarten angst and large scale my mother is on her deathbed angst.
The Unattainable Rubric
As I sit here writing… I am inhabiting a body. As you sit there reading… you are, also, inhabiting a body.I am sure, just as I do, you have a long and complex history with your body. Most of my history surrounds my body’s interaction with gravity and how much space it takes up.
The Sweetest Yes
We are entering one of my most dreaded times: college acceptance season.
No One Wants a Fairytale: Remembering the Rebel Martyrs with Teenagers
If you want a teenager to run away from church go ahead and teach them about the virgin saints. If you want teenagers to see the power they hold and the faith they can embody tell them about the the fearless arguers, the brave truth tellers, the rebel saints.
Sandwiched
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one that was actually there, And that has
Short-Term Mission Trips: A Privilege of the Privileged
This summer, for the ninth year in a row, I will take a group of high school students on a
