Airport people watching is one of my favorite activities. In general, airports make me anxious. The crowds; the frenetic sense of urgency as people rush around; the smell of other people’s (way too much) perfume or cologne; the bottled water that costs $800; business bros talking loudly into ear pieces so that we will know they are Very Important; constant reminders to guard your stuff, people, terrorists are everywhere!; the thousand ways my day and trip could be derailed by a… Read more

Guest post: My friend and colleague Rev. Laura Ann Phillips shares a good word from the Festival of Homiletics, happening in Atlanta this week.  It feels like I have been “going” non-stop since October 2014, and if I’m completely honest, it’s exhausting. I’ve been reading articles about gluten intolerance and insulin resistance wondering if that’s what is wrong with me. Maybe what I’m eating is making me tired? I’ve been trying to figure out how to get more protein in… Read more

There’s an obscure story in 2 Kings (that reads “Second Kings,” for all you politicians trying to quote scripture for pandering purposes) in which the prophet Elisha is taken into the home of some gracious hosts. In fact, his life as an itinerant preacher takes him by this house frequently, so the woman has her husband build a guest room– just so Elisha will have a place to crash when he’s in town. A biblical guest room! Isn’t that lovely?… Read more

There’s a blog post going around called “So You Don’t Like your Pastor…” I read it. And it wasn’t about what I thought it was going to be about. First of all, it was written from a completely male perspective. Not just written by a man, but written as though only men exist in the world, ever. You know how those things go… But the article was about clergy burn-out, the unique stresses of pastoral life, and how church members should have… Read more

Some political consultants on NPR this morning–one Democrat, one Republican–were talking about the current election cycle. Given that it was NPR, it was not the level of anxiety and venom that we usually hear in political discourse these days. I’ve long suspected that NPR’s real listener loyalty comes, not from the quality of news and programming, but from that soothing, monotonous drone of their commentary. If you’re in heavy traffic, having a crazy day, or just tired of clicking through… Read more

My friend Kory shares some thoughts on the “never done-ness” of ministry. On behalf of pastors everywhere, I say, “amen, brother.” I helped my neighbor stain his pool deck this weekend. I wish I could tell you I did this Mother Theresa-style, all selfless and void of any agenda. But in all honesty, I had two motivations: (1) he helped me stain my deck last year, and (2) I want to stay in his good graces so my family and… Read more

Guest Post: by Elizabeth Myer Boulton My mother was a nurse all her professional life which meant we grew up with graphic (and often hilarious!) dinner conversation, weird work hours, and the knowledge that we would have to be actively dying or bleeding to death before we could go to the Emergency Room. Now that I’m a mother who actively sought out nurse midwives for labor and delivery and nurse practitioners for our family’s medical care, I’ve learned more about… Read more

Earlier this week, I shared a post about my family’s Sock Scavenger Hunt. I paid my kids actual money to track down every sock in our house, so that we wouldn’t have to go buy more. And…it worked!  This exercise was related to growing concerns about textile waste. In addition to wanting to scale back the amount of stuff in our house, I am trying to be more conscientious about where my clothes come from: and the related environmental and humanitarian impact of what… Read more

You know what was great about living in the desert all those years? Among other things–not having to wear socks. Ever. Maybe occasionally with running shoes or hiking boots, if you were going out on a trail. Because, you know, rattle snakes. But otherwise, it was 10 months a year of sandals. Glorious, breezy, open-toed, sock-less freedom. Sure, I love a warm fuzzy pair to wear around the house on a cold winter day. But even better was the complete absence of… Read more

Yesterday a blog troll called me a fascist bitch. Also yesterday–an elderly funeral director told me that I’d sure be cute…if I had red hair. (Read: I find your purple hair unbefitting a  proper lady. Also, I think you are 12 years old, and women should not be ministers). These are two totally different things. But also, they are exactly the same. First, why they are different; the troll was coming from a place of hostility (hostility being the official… Read more

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