spiritual

On disappointment, coronavirus, & the third Sunday of Easter

Yesterday's lectionary gospel text, assigned for the third Sunday of Easter, has long been a favorite of mine. Ever since 2012 or so when I came across this blog post by Andrew Byers, author of Faith Without Illusions: Following Jesus as a Cynic-Saint, which draws attention to this phrase: "We had hoped." "We had hoped… Continue reading On disappointment, coronavirus, & the third Sunday of Easter

ministry, Scripture, spiritual, stories, theological

Imagination: A Sermon

A sermon offered in preaching class... “I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth takes its name. I pray that, according to the riches of his glory, he may grant that you may be strengthened in your inner being with power through his Spirit, and that Christ may… Continue reading Imagination: A Sermon

ministry, Scripture, spiritual

An Update and a Sermon

Confession: I haven't written on the blog in over 2 months. Sorry, friends. In those months, I've been dedicating mental energy to transitions like moving to a new apartment and starting my second year of seminary, including an internship at a church and classes on Theology, American Christianity, Preaching, and Theology & Trauma (that last… Continue reading An Update and a Sermon

personal, spiritual

In Memoriam: A Reflection on the Life of My Grandma

The reflection I delivered today at my grandmother's memorial service: I have been blessed beyond measure to have Ellen Rust as my grandma. From a very young age, I always knew that Grandma loved me and my family with an unwavering, godly kind of love. She would call me her “little angel” and leave lipstick… Continue reading In Memoriam: A Reflection on the Life of My Grandma

church, mental health & wellness, Scripture, spiritual

Good Grief, Friday

Yesterday, along with another young woman interning at my church, I carried a seven-foot-tall, thick wooden cross (literally an "old rugged cross") down the aisle of the sanctuary. Today, I have a scrape on the palm of my right hand to show for it. I wash my hands, and the scrape stings just a little.… Continue reading Good Grief, Friday