I simply can not pretend to understand as Christian any conversation that includes questions as to whether or not I am an acceptable “way” of being human. I am not a “way” of being human, I am a child of God. For folks who holler about Christians not playing politics, you fundamentally miss the mark. I AM A CHRISTIAN. I am a lesbian. I am not talking about politics, I am talking about my very humanity in Christ. If you... Read more
It was an Easter Sunday a few years ago when the phone lit up with my mom and dad’s number. We hadn’t spoken in quite some time, me being an abomination and all. I didn’t pick up the phone, let it go to voice mail and then, as the kids were counting their chocolate eggs, peeps and speckled malted-milk eggs, I wandered off to the kitchen to listen to the message. I braced myself against the cold kitchen counter, prepared for another... Read more
Today is Palm Sunday and the beginning of Holy Week for Christians around the world. As I prepare to take up my palms in worship this evening I am plagued by a question – what kind of Easter people are we? Holy week is the last week of Lent when we follow Jesus through the gates of Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, to the synagogue, into the garden to pray, to a dinner party, to betrayal and custody, on to the... Read more
Today Hilary Clinton announced her support for gay marriage by saying that gays and lesbians are “full and equal citizens and deserve the rights of citizenship. That includes marriage,” she says, adding that she backs gay marriage both “personally and as a matter of policy and law.” This past weekend Rob Bell spoke, in a church, in support of same-sex marriage “I am for marriage. I am for fidelity. I am for love, whether it’s a man and woman, a woman and a... Read more
Gracious and loving God Creator Redeemer Sustainer With thanksgiving and hope I come to you today Grateful to walk with sisters & brothers of other tribes as they celebrate with faithful anticipation one who accepts the call as your servant leader may his ear be inclined toward your extravagant love may the hinges of his heart be oiled with compassion and swing open to welcome your ever present spirit may his hands reach across borders geographical and theological may his... Read more
We are still about three weeks away from Easter but I’m gonna get a jump on things and offer a little Easter theology to get us warmed up. Now, I love a good bluegrass gospel song as much as the next middle-aged southern white chick but while reading through a Lenten liturgy recently I just became flummoxed to the point of silence over the language that has long since ceased to work in the heart and mind of... Read more
Words matter. Words matter to me. Words matter to me a lot. I’ve been known, once or twice, to raise a flag of concern over someone’s choice of words. To some it may seem that my own tribe, The United Church of Christ, is exempt from my eagle eye and worrisome (sensitive) critique. Well, rest easy, I’ve got one for ya. The United Church of Christ is committed to an intentional and radical hospitality that welcomes a beautiful rainbow of people to The Table. But everyone is capable... Read more
During Lent many of us Jesusy types look for ways to be intentional about practicing the presence of God. There are a myriad of books, booklets, websites, podcasts and small groups dedicated to spiritual practices meant to give our wandering minds a compass pointing us toward the Divine. Today I’d like to lift up a groovy little secular book that has frequently reminded me of my connection to the divine in, with and through all things. How to Be... Read more
The good news is – more people are reading my blog. The challenging news is – more people are reading my blog 🙂 A new friend has found our little corner of the blogospehre and lifted up some concerns and questions. Mo seems genuinely perplexed about a couple of topics so I thought I would light a few candles in the darkness of confusion. Here is one of Mo’s recent comments/question: “Regardless of who was mommy and who was daddy,... Read more
In the final moments of Ash Wednesday I found myself propped up against the dingy Greenwich Village barroom wall with a drink in one hand and my wife nervously holding the other, I realized I had just experienced a perfect 18-hour liturgy. Preparation It actually all began, as days like this often will, the night before at a bar on Fat Tuesday. I’d only just taken a few sips of my Cabernet while chatting with a jolly midtown bartender when a... Read more
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