Anyone who’s been in a capital-E Evangelical church for any amount of time knows that women often take a secondary role to men. Men lead; women serve. Even when highly qualified women serve in leadership capacities, they are called directors, not pastors. There is an unwritten rule that even if a woman is in charge, not really.   It’s also true that women who call this reality out are often chastised. I’m no exception. I’ve had some of those back-office conversations… Read more

I remember the day like it was yesterday, and the sinking feeling in my stomach as the realization dawned: in order to be happy, I could never have a boss. I had to be an entrepreneur.   I had just done a values assessment, and realized that my number one value is freedom. I want the freedom to be who I am supposed to be, to say what’s on my mind, to use my time as I see fit. The only… Read more

I’ve played the conversation over and over in my head, and in all cases, I still come out looking like the asshole. Dammit.   It’s one of those moments when I had the chance to speak out, to speak up for social justice, and I didn’t. The anger still burns a hole in my stomach. Anger for the actual thing I didn’t speak out about, anger that I didn’t speak out. It all mixes up in my stomach, a tiny… Read more

One of the things I’ve noticed about Jesus — aside from the fact that he really liked to eat probably way more than his daily Weight Watchers point allowance — is that he often was desperate for alone time.   He gets me. He really, really gets me.   I wake up every morning at 5:30 am for one solitary reason: to be solitary. I’m an introvert in an extrovert’s body. I love making real connections with interesting people, but… Read more

I think there’s one thing we can all agree on: the world could use a whole lot more peace.   For some of us, that means peace in our homes that might be riddled with interpersonal strife, stress, cold shoulders.   For others, it’s the kind of peace that comes when we know the world is safe for us and for our children, when we know our basic human rights are protected, when we know our place in the world… Read more

Blessed are the peacekeepers.    When Jesus said that, I am pretty sure what he meant was Peacemakers, I bless you, because girl, you are IN for it.   As a Jesus Freak, I am called to love the marginalized, love my enemy, to not be a sheep in the herd. I am called out, called up, called to the higher purpose of love.  But what does that look like in real, practical, daily life?   Especially in these times?   I… Read more

The mind is an interesting animal. Mine obviously never read Philippians 4. You know the one — the thing about whatever is true and noble and good and just and righteous, think on these things? Yeah. My mind missed that one.   Because right now, my mind is thinking some very not-so-nice things about a certain third grader who has been bullying my son. And by bullying, I don’t mean calling him a silly name or pinching his arm. I… Read more

I don’t really read to my kids anymore. Once they learned how to read they both got this pesky independent streak, as if they were growing up or something. Which is really, really too bad, because I found a book I would read to them all the time, if they would still let me. As far as I’m concerned, they can go do their tween things, like watch YouTube and play Minecraft and read National Geographic. I’m going to keep… Read more

Life has definitely been a  little stressful lately. I can tell I am stressed because the other day, I noticed that I was struggling to make even the tiniest, most insignificant of decisions. Decisions like, should I take my kids to the movies or not?   After snow days and bad weather, the kids were bored and getting on even their own nerves. The only movie that was playing and appropriate for kids was A Dog’s Purpose. I hate animal movies. I… Read more

I’m not sure if there’s a country that’s done the race thing right yet. We certainly haven’t. The hard part comes when some of us have the best of intentions and others still want to spew hatred. The hard part also comes when the institutions in a society perpetuate racist stereotypes. It’s hard when there is racism deeply embedded in your own psyche like a cancer cell waiting to be turned on.   And when you realize this, it’s hard,… Read more

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