I was 17 years old when I discovered Gandhi. I had just graduated from High School and was spending the summer before I went to college working as the assistant head counselor at a religious summer camp in central Ohio. One of our international exchange staff was from Brussels, and he had a tattoo on…
God is Homeless. And has an Adorable Dog.
I don’t know what was different this time. I have been doing the homeless census for over 10 years now, so I knew what to expect -- but last week felt…different. Maybe it was the rainy weather? The gloomy undercurrent of the government shutdown? The sheer number of people we found in cars and in…
Homily for the Homeless
15 hours and 42 minutes of darkness. It is the longest night of the year. And on this, the darkest of nights, we gather to remember those who have no homes . The majority of us will never know what it is like to not have a safe, secure place to call our own. Unfortunately,…
Going Home
I have often lamented the fact that there are very few photos of me as a child [aside from the requisite yearly school photo]. My parents just weren't 'picture people', and the few dozen snapshots I do have were almost all taken on the same day each year -- Christmas. Here, take a peep [hover…
Tomorrow Belongs to….
I read something years ago that has stuck with me at this time of year - 9/11 belongs to everyone - a day to remember and mourn those lost, but 9/12 -- that day belongs to those of us who stayed, those of us who served, those of us who survived. The sun came up,…
The Theology of the I Don’t Know
I get a lot of funny looks when people find out that I went to seminary and used to be a pastor. Funny looks and, oddly, the same three or four questions – where’d you go to school? What denomination? And my favorite – who’s your favorite theologian? This one always gives me a chuckle,…
Point me Toward Tomorrow
I try hard not to be too self-indulgent here on my blog, or get too sentimental, but y’all are going to have to bear with me this morning, because I’m feeling nostalgic, weepy, sad, satisfied, peaceful, and frankly, a little sappy today. Yesterday afternoon, I took my final bow as Jack’s Mother in CTC’s run…
13 Days. #Lifechange
My alarm clock went off at 6:45 this morning, and I cried. I’m not kidding. “Not Throwing Away My Shot” started to play on my phone, my brain turned on, my eyes opened, and I literally burst into tears. I’m officially “sobbing when my alarm goes off in the morning” tired. And it’s not without…
Who Matters?
Does my life matter? I try really hard to keep this blog as politics-free as I can. The internet is awash in political overload all the time these days, and I don’t want to just be another voice in the crowd. Today though, I’m feeling it. People with pre-existing conditions woke up this week to…
Fine. I’m a heretic.
When I told my sister that I needed to write a reflection for church about the word heretic, she snorted, and then burst into laughter. She laughed so hard she cried. She laughed so hard she couldn’t talk. I was not amused. Okay, maybe I was a little amused. I’ve always been a bit of…
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