It’s how I feel. I feel compelled to talk to my friend’s mom who just lost her husband and my own blood family and yet I don’t know what I’d say and I feel as though I should know. After all, I’m a pastor, right? I have words. I’m supposed to have words. But really,…
Dr. Warren, thank you…
Yes, you wanted us to learn the importance of “The House on Mango Street” and the themes of Richard Wright but it mattered even more that we included a few sentences of appreciation to anyone who’d helped us complete our papers. Saying thank you to my friend in Lamson Hall Room 234 for letting me…
topics i want to write about
Paul…the apostle miracles religious expectations the swinging of hips how to be saviour following incompetence process value judgements Jesus: true or false atheism does Jesus find us or do we find him and is that mere semantics?
story
this semester at the advent house, we’re journeying through our stories and the stories of Jesus. we’re looking at our own and revealing several things about ourselves like our family histories, our interests, and our walk with Jesus (no matter how long or short, shallow or deep…). and then we’re spending time with particular stories…
family.
it’s not often you get to watch a funeral at 4am on your laptop and it’s not often that you want to. and when it’s over, you’re not sure if you should say you’re glad you got to or that you’re grateful. you certainly shouldn’t say you loved every minute, not out loud anyway. well,…
memory lane (letter to a student)
my first teaching job taught me that i like to teach. my first teaching job taught me that i care deeply. my first teaching job yielded the following letter to a student. (what a difference a decade makes…i’d say all of this so much differently now.)
knitpicks and other unnecessary connections
i need to let go. my inboxes are evidence of that…as is, perhaps, the reality that i have more than one inbox…3, in fact. i don’t knit often. maybe once a year. and when i do, i don’t use a pattern and i use yarn that i already have on hand (of which there’s plenty)….