By this point I imagine most of y’all are sick of hearing about how amazing Wild Goose 2013 was but I am going to to add my voice to the chorus of praise being heard around the blogosphere. I waited a week to put down in words my reflection because I needed to understand if what I had experienced was the temporary euphoria of festival shenanigans or something bigger, something deeper. A week later I still feel as if something... Read more
I see you in all your strength and in your weakness I see you in all your beauty and in your mess I see you in all your certitude and in your doubt I see you in all your courage and in your fear I see you when you are clothed in pride and when you are naked and humble I see you for all that you are and all that you are not I love you because of not... Read more
“Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God” (Mt. 5:8) What is purity of heart? What does it mean to see God? How the hell does one go about being pure of heart in order to see God? When pondering the imponderable mystery of pure hearts, my mind drawn to the purity of very young children. I thought of the radical openness of their little hearts as they explore the world around them. I recalled how... Read more
Some days, ok most days, I am beyond grateful for my calling to make room at my table for a myriad of disparate voices. Most days I feel blessed to serve spoon-fulls of of love, generous dollops of peace, steaming bowls of slow-cooked reconciliation and a sweet slice of Grace. And then there are days like today. A day where the charred and bitter Brussels sprouts of plain truth are all that’s left to serve. It might not taste good,... Read more
It is my call as a follower of the Third Way made known through the Incarnation to pray for and WORK for the type of radical, paradigm shifting change that will truly allow us to beat our swords into ploughshares. That means my faith calls me to: Look squarely in the eye of systemic evil that creates, nurtures and excuses the sick monsters in our world that perpetrate violence that begets violence. Speak truth to power. Work for and with... Read more
Ok, so it was really a Starbucks in a little strip-mall out in the northern suburbs of Atlanta but you have to admit “A lesbian and a conservative minister walk into a suburban Starbucks” just doesn’t have the same ring to it. Anywho… As some of you know, last week I wrote an open letter to Billy Humphrey of IHOP-Atlanta (NOT the pancakes place y’all, and yeah, I think it is a silly name for a ministry too). I was... Read more
Folks, I am beyond excited to be preparing for my very first Wild Goose Festival. For those of you may not know, The Wild Goose is a Celtic metaphor for the Holy Spirit. The festival is a convergence of justice, spirituality, music and art pulled together and made more than the sum of their parts by the Holy Spirit. The festival is rooted in the Christian tradition AND open to all regardless of belief, ethnicity, gender, sexuality, denomination or religious affiliation.... Read more
My friend Mike Morrell invited me to read and respond to a post produced by Billy Humphrey of IHOP-Atlanta. Mike graciously reminded me to use my words (and some of those words come from our similarly conservative backgrounds). Mike shared my response as a guest post on his own blog today. Here is my response (and Mike’s note). Dear Billy, Good afternoon. I am an Atlanta-born, Christian mom who recently read your post A Christian Stance on Homosexuality and Gay Marriage. I am writing... Read more
Coming Out Christian blotter report: Independence Day, 2013 FBPD received a status update reporting a possible bible drive-by at the corner of Faith St. and Reason Ave. at approximately 6:15 p.m. Unit 2239 responded to the J316 call immediately and set up a permitter to assess the scene. Witnesses report there was a quiet party occurring at the intentional community residence known as Patheos where a diverse group of guests had been coming and going most of the day. A small group... Read more
John 11:1-45 The lights were dimmed softly when I walked into the room. There were twenty or so people in the room, gathered in a lumpy circle around someone I could not clearly see. As the circle parted slightly to allow me to join them I saw a young mother, sitting in a rocking chair holding a bundle, beside her stood a young father. In the circle were grandmas and grandpas, cousins and best friends, sisters and brothers who’d come... Read more
Kimberly Knight
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