On the 500th Anniversary of the Protestant Reformation, or: I’m sorry, Luther, I’m just not that into you

Today churches all over the world will celebrate the 500th anniversary of Martin Luther’s theses and the Protestant Reformation with music, sermons, tree plantings, workshops, and more. Like most folks raised in the Christian tradition, I’m no stranger to Luther. My husband was raised in a Lutheran tradition, with numerous Lutheran clergy relatives. When I … Continue reading On the 500th Anniversary of the Protestant Reformation, or: I’m sorry, Luther, I’m just not that into you

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His countenance was modified, his clothing was aflame

Each week in celebration of the Holy Eucharist, we proclaim the mystery (indeed, mystery!) of our faith: Christ has died. Christ is risen. Christ will come again. That's it, just those three little (huge) bits. And within the Nicene Creed, we acknowledge one God in three expressions. First: the Father, the Almighty,     maker … Continue reading His countenance was modified, his clothing was aflame

Here I am again, knowing I just can't know who this human inside of me is. I don't get to pick, I don't get to know until she decides to let me know. And I trust with even more faith than I should be humanly capable of possessing that I will love this child, with more love than I have, with more love than I know to exist in the whole world, but it really seems impossible to love anything more than I love my little, tangible family right now.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, I did some ruminating on faith, family, candles and cocoa

Even as a kid, perhaps especially as a kid, I found comfort in the liturgical calendar.  There were some big markers in my little kiddo life— from the time I was born until I was five, we lived in Oklahoma and attended an Episcopal church.  I remembered it as a structured place, with candles and … Continue reading On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, I did some ruminating on faith, family, candles and cocoa

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I woke up more slowly than usual.  Mike had already fed Winnie.  She brought me a ball in bed, clambering up on top of the bedspread and proudly displayed her new ball-kicking skills into my bedhead.  It was a soft ball. We gathered up the day’s supplies (applesauce, clean dress, new stuffed bunny with a … Continue reading matins