The New York State primary is today and I am super duper excited to finally be casting a vote–a vote that, most surprisingly, counts. This has never happened to me before in a primary election, nor really in a general, and so I feel that this epoch in my life calls for an Historic Listicle. Here are five reasons I am grateful about America on New York Primary Day. One: In spite of the incredibly contentious and borderline friendship ruining... Read more
I have a whole category on this blog called Work and the Christian. If you run out of meaningful activities and think, how might I throw away several hours, you can go in there and see that over the last many years I have thought a lot about work and what it’s for and how a person should do it and what is the use of it anyway. Most Christians do work, and many of them do work on being... Read more
Not to return too bitterly into the past, but I fell off the glorious upward trajectory of disciplined bible reading around that dark moment of delight savings time, many moons ago, and have never fully recovered. At first I kept on pushing play on my bible app and closing my eyes, hoping that at least one word in six would filter through the fog of fatigue. But after a while I was unable to find the play button, and so... Read more
Its a bright clear day, the sort of day you should spend puttering around in the outdoors. I’m going to be thinking that over the many hours I will be spending in Sheol, trying to dig myself out yet again. But I hope you will be enjoying the weather, wherever you happen to be. First up, here’s the podcast for the week. Feminism, Anglicanism, and the awesome magic bread. Next, here is Matt’s sermon on James from last week. We... Read more
Time for some quick takes, in the spirit of there being bits and pieces but nothing long enough to take on the nature of a full post. One The Magic Flour, omw, so amazing. First of all, I’ve eaten bread for three days in a row and I’ve lost ten ounces. That may seem nitpicky to you, but when you’re trying to only lose, say, three pounds, every ounce counts. It’s so amazing I may even restart my half hearted... Read more
I just came across this gem in Salon and it’s too good to pass over without a gentle cutting apart and snickering bemusement. The link will lead you to a cry of woe about how awful it is that so many women feel pressured to have children, even though they don’t want to, neither now nor at any point in the future. The author gathers the testimonies of articles I have seen elsewhere–the woman who spent four years convincing her... Read more
The practical consequence of my funeral meltdown was that Matt got on Amazon and ordered an expensive bag of apparently magical flour. I say expensive and I am not exaggerating. For a tiny bag of flour, it feels to me like we have sold away our children’s future. The little Amazon box arrived while I was over at church, in bible study, trying to be satisfied with the book of Romans, trying to grapple with Paul, to nail down the... Read more
I don’t know whether I mean to be writing a long, heartfelt apology over never commenting on my own blog, and wandering around in a circle about the use of various cyber forums in general [question of the day, Would St. Paul be on Facebook? Passionate screeds on both sides.] Or whether I mean to be saying some more stuff about the tired, faded, dead horse lying on the ground subject of feminism. So, I’m So So Sorry for not... Read more
We all went to church yesterday, neglecting, absurdly, to bring any house keys along with us, or leave a way for ourselves to get back in when it would have been time to come home. Upon discovering this tragedy, I stood in the church office flapping hysterically, texting and freaking out. Because, here’s the thing. It’s not just that we would all eventually needed to come home when church was over. No, rather, because we live right next to the... Read more
I had a bit of a meltdown yesterday, post funeral. Before I carry on about why, I wish to say, most passionately, how gracious and good is the funeral liturgy. For those who muscle through this mortal sphere, living the good life and making lots of friends and having A Good Time, the least kind thing those people can do, for the ones they love, is say, “I don’t want a service,” or “don’t bother about a funeral, just have... Read more
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