Readings for the service are here, here, and here. I’m going to start today, where my own moral compass began. Although I was formed at my mother’s and grandmother’s knees at Lutheran sermons and in Sunday school, my true morality play, writ large on the screen when I was a mere 5 years old,… Continue reading Saving What We Love — the Gospel According to Rose Tico
Readings for the week are here, here, and here. "Our earth is degenerate in these latter days. There are signs that the world is speedily coming to an end. Bribery and corruption are common."--Assyrain Tablet, 2800 BCE The end of the world has been predicted by both scholars and crackpots practically since the beginning… Continue reading It’s the end of the world as we know it–and I feel fine
Homily from The Corner, Feast of the Visitation, May 31: Readings here, here, and here. There she is: everywhere. In icons, on jewelry, in tattoos, airbrushed on souped-up cars: Mary, The Blessed Mother, The Virgin, Theotokos (The God-bringer) The mother of God, Jesus’ Mom. She’s the subject of more portraiture, poetry, and song than… Continue reading Mary: SJW
One of the things I’ve reflected on as a weakness of the church’s Bible presentation model is the fact that it presents the bible in little amuse-bouche pieces--here are a few verses from here, and a few more verses from there. To the churched, who have heard them associated with one another for decades,… Continue reading Putting down baggage and picking up love
GOD IS GOD AND I AM NOT. It only flashes on the screen for a brief second during Beyonce’s video for “Don’t Hurt Yourself”--it did the same during her Lemonade tour. The flash of text is so brief that it is almost difficult to read the message, but there it is --in all caps… Continue reading GOD IS GOD AND I AM NOT.
So, a few months ago, I went away to the convent (get thee to a nunnery!) and had this crazy idea. An amazing thing happened while I was at the convent, but I have to go back in time a bit before I tell you about it. I have a PhD. It sits in a… Continue reading If you build it, will they come?
The healing journey is a crooked road. I have been, at various stages of my life: a bartender, a university professor, a waitress, a professional singer in multiple genres, a kitchen manager, and in general a hopelessly flawed human being. I've been married three times to teach myself I'm not the marrying kind.… Continue reading Pen to Paper