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 […]

Fighting Fire With Love

Each week during the winter months of the year just past, our Confirmation students would arrive, shivering in the central California coolness, for our very early 8:45 a.m. Sunday classes. My husband would gather wood from a nearby pile and light a fire in the lovely fireplace in our gathering space. One by one, the girls […]

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. […]

Jesus was Not Patriotic

I love being part of something larger than myself. I love belonging to an expansive view—to lift up my eyes and know that my small life is not all there is. There is a world and a God so much bigger and more expansive than I can even dream or imagine. I love God—Creator of […]

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 […]