Though My Voice Shakes

I’m going to let you in on a little secret: 95% of the time I feel entirely unqualified for the life I’m living. I have an incomplete Political Science/Literature degree. I dropped out of Bible school, I’ve spent the majority of the last 18 years as a stay-at-home mom and pretty much everything I know, […]

Social Justice Disrupts our Nice Christian Lives

Recently, in a conversation with someone about social justice and the church, I was told this: “Justice is incidental to the gospel.” I was dumbfounded. I’m a pretty smart woman and if that word, incidental, means what I think it means, then I just discovered a very wide chasm between my understanding of the gospel […]

Walking Through My Own Stations of Grief

I In January, I went to Mexico on a family vacation. It was the first time my kids had ever been on a plane and the first time any of us had stepped foot on an all-inclusive resort. What luxury—this life of sunshine, ocean waves and beach-side beverage service. This trip was a Christmas gift […]

Resistance is My Stance of Hope

Some people call it deconstructing or unsettling. I feel like I’m just trying to sort stuff out. I was raised in the church. I went to Sunday School, Girls’ Club, Youth Group and Church Camp. I was taught all the stories, memorized all the bible verses and could hold my own in a “sword” drill. […]

How Do We Hold Space for the Church AND Those Who Have Been Hurt by the Church?

How do we hold space for the Church and those who have been hurt by the Church at the same time? That question was posed to me recently. Yeah, no big deal. Simple answer. Whatever. Are you kidding me? This question is at the core of something I have been wrestling with for months. I […]