I don’t remember much from sixth grade, but I have vivid memories of my teacher’s after-lunch reading ritual. The ritual was simple: We’d read our way through a book, a chapter at a time each day after lunch and recess. I’m terrible at remembering details, but somehow...
“Fine, God. What do you want me to do?” The question marked my first flailing, frustrated attempt at discerning my life’s purpose. Spurred by successive failed job interviews, I felt caught between the rocky cliff of now and the edge of not yet. I was miserable at my...
Starting a new spiritual practice can feel upside down. These are practices that are supposed to ground you, focus you, center you. Ironically, the beginning of a new practice (or starting anything, really) does not feel that way. Starting meditation, yoga, or prayer...
Fear, anxiety and confusion may be taking an unhealthy grip on us. Already we were immersed in an anxious, divisive culture, and in walks the corona virus, threatening us, our loved ones and the most vulnerable among us. Yes, there’s lots to be anxious about. Here’s...
This blog relates to my Breath of New Life Yoga Series happening in Columbus, OH on Tuesdays at 10 a.m. through June 11, 2019. Register Now. I’ve observed that people — especially those within the church, but also in our wider culture — spend a lot of time preparing...
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Ever notice how a lot of things break, refuse to work or disintegrate when you rush out the door on a trip? Door handles, fingernails, zippers: all falling apart and breaking apart just as you really need them to work in the sprint to get out of the door into your car...
I’ve never related to the style of middle children. Being born an oldest child, I prefer to direct and lead rather than hold hands and make peace. I’ve been known to roll my eyes at people who cajole and coddle that one person who threatens to leave a group when they...
Sunday morning. I hold a tiny cup of watery coffee in my less-than-dainty hands. A few properly dressed matriarchs and patriarchs of the church I’m visiting stare at me kindly, chatting absently about the weather, inquiring about my drive that morning, commenting on...
I sincerely want to wish all those who mother, who nurture young people into greater being a happy and wonderful day. I am deeply grateful for all those who have (and do) nurture me -- my biological mother and grandmothers as well as the scores of others who have...
As a staunchly “arty” teenager, I disdainfully rolled of my eyes when coaches and athletes would pontificate about the “life lessons” one learned on the football field, the basketball court or the baseball diamond. Embracing my more athletic side as an adult, I open...
Yup. This is MY church. #ucc #freereligion http://ow.ly/wgsgo
My special Oscar night post in my Following the Light series. These are blogs that point to the bright spots where I see renewal and rebirth in the world of religion and spirituality. The series will continue through the Christian season of Epiphany (which ends this...
Following the Light is a series of blogs that point to the brights spots where I see renewal and rebirth in the world of religion and spirituality. The series will continue through the Christian season of Epiphany. The world turned its eyes to the news that followed...
Following the Light is a series of blogs that point to the brights spots where I see renewal and rebirth in the world of religion and spirituality. The series will continue through the Christian season of Epiphany. I just wish Ken Ham and Bill Nye could have sat down...