“I Love Jesus But I Hate the Church”

I’m avoiding writing about politics. I’m trying to limit my intake of the news, too, because there’s really no use in “staying informed” if it makes you sick and paralyzed with anxiety. I’m also just tired of the constant shock and awe. Maybe […]

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Please Stop Saying People Aren’t Perfect

My last post was angry and sad complaining against the Church. Not a day later did a staff member of the church I’m attending inform me of their holiday tradition of giving to those in their congregation who could use a little […]

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If I Can’t Work, Maybe My Theology Degree Can

We hear about the power of story everywhere. I’ve already mentioned one of my issues with that, but I’ve got a few more. The first is simply that hearing stories about a lucky break – which nearly every writer who’s been invited to […]

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Emotions Are Not The Enemy, Part 1

“My feelings, they don’t matter.” “Worship anyway.” “Feelings lie.” If those are various answers, the question might be something like “How are Christians encouraging one another when one is going through a hard time?” or “Name some song lyrics from contemporary worship […]

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The Life and Death Sentence of James Holmes, Part I

Two weekends ago, James Holmes was sentenced (one of the newscasters in that coverage, by the way – Ana Cabrera – was my babysitter when I was young and we’ve known her family for years!) to life in prison without the possibility of parole […]

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So Now There’s Just “Marriage”

I am horrified. I am deeply embarrassed and ashamed of my fellow sisters and brothers in Christ. While I, as a straight woman in a heterosexual union, spent two Fridays ago embracing several co-workers and exchanging rainbow cupcakes around the office in […]

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People of the Steeple

“You are loved,” “you are loved,” “you are loved,” you recite it like it’s Scripture as you walk away to importance-filled dockets and pulpits and meetings to minister and leave your words and the guilt of not believing them because I don’t […]

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The Gratitude Time, Part 3

At 4 o’clock in the morning, all your stuff is monster-truck heavy and flashing-red important.  Then, after the sun stops being polite – on days you get sun – and charges heavy like judgment into your room to rouse you, the existential weight of […]

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