"Deceived, tied up, and held at knife-point -- all by his own father? Because God said so? Talk about traumatic!" an older lady exclaimed. I was sitting in a lectionary Bible study this morning, discussing the story of the binding of Isaac (Genesis 22:1-19) as many lectionary users may have done today. And let's just… Continue reading Religious Trauma and the Binding of Isaac
"A woman asked me at lunch today -- not in a confrontational way, but just in the I'm-confused way in which it often comes -- 'And why are you going to seminary?'" - Dr. Greg Garrett, Crossing Myself: A Story of Spiritual Rebirth If I had a dollar for every time I've been asked that (and… Continue reading Why Seminary?
In Anne Marie Miller's book Permission to Speak Freely, Miller describes a meeting with Jamie Tworkowski, founder of the mental health non-profit To Write Love On Her Arms. Over coffee, Tworkowski says something like this: "So there's this song U2 does called 'One,' and there's a line in it that says, 'We get to carry… Continue reading Carry Each Other
I've heard it said that generally what homeless people essentially long for is for someone to care about them. To look them in the eye, learn their name, and ask about their day -- that kind of thing. And I've agreed with that in theory. But today I agree with that in practice. Because today I met… Continue reading Hey. Thanks For Caring.
As a kid, I'm pretty sure Advent meant little more to me than the chocolate-filled calendars that Grandmother sent over around Thanksgiving (which I've since learned to be liturgically inaccurate, as they tend to start on December 1st regardless of whether that's the actual first Sunday of Advent). There was an Advent wreath off to… Continue reading The Gift of Advent