Mom.

Or, what the obituary could’ve and should’ve said. There’s this beautiful picture. I found it two weeks ago today. It’s 8×11 and a sepia tone, appropriate for the time in which it was taken. In it there is this beautiful woman. I don’t at all say that partially. She is gorgeous. She’s slender — like something off the cover of a magazine more apt to exploit her beauty today than to stand in awe of...

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Jesus Was Also Human

It’s time. Honestly, it is so far beyond time for the admittance. I have to confess something and since it’s kind of the season for it…….here goes (dramatic pause for effect*): I am human. Now, let’s break down the reality of what that means. First, it means that I, though a clergy-person and called to a pretty steep standard (not by the church or the conference or my superior, but by God), am not God. God is...

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Family Planning

Family Planning

Having a baby (expanding your family, procreating, multiplying, filling the earth…..you get the picture), is easy for a lot of people. I’m not talking about getting pregnant. That’s actually hard for a lot of people. I’m talking about sitting down, talking about a time-line, and planning to make or be a family. You decide if it’s the best time in your career. You decide if you can ‘swing it’ financially...

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Calling it Off

It’s the hardest thing to do. If I could go back to Candler School of Theology (my seminary at Emory University in Atlanta where I received my MDIV in 2010) and have them structure a class it would be “When to Cancel Church 101.” I’ve been here 7.5 months and it’s needed to happen on 3 occasions (the first not actually being church but being a Trunk-or-Treat on Halloween when the weather, earlier in the day, seemed...

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Chaos: A Well-Oiled Machine (or NOT)

Chaos: A Well-Oiled Machine (or NOT)

You know those FABULOUS blog-posts that begin with a reflection that goes something like this: “I see you over there, mom. I see you with your head in your hands at the lunch table trying to keep your wits about you with your toddler tugging at your sleeve — his hand covered in ketchup — you still in your church clothes. I see you sigh because you are tired. You’re a good mom. You got up and took your child to church....

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