My Sermon Journey – Brooding on Jonah

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My second assignment for preaching class is to preach on prophecy.  Y’all, prophecy scares me.  It is intimidating for me and always has been.  It’s an understatement to say that I’m dreading this sermon.  To add a little complexity,  Continue reading “My Sermon Journey – Brooding on Jonah”

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Grief and Its Effects

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One thing that you should know about me is my husband died by suicide almost four and a half years ago.  It is possibly the one event that has changed my life more than any other.  If you have been affected by suicide or the death of a spouse, you know that either of these things is traumatic on their own.  But to have both happen simultaneously is a heavy load to bear. Continue reading “Grief and Its Effects”

Preaching to an Unknown Congregation

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I’ve been asked to preach.  In a church, y’all.  The only other time I’ve preached is in preaching class to my professor, classmates, friends, and family, all of which friendly faces.

This Sunday I’ll be going to a little country church with my short hair, tattoos, and piercings to preach to a congregation that may or may not be fully affirming of women in the pulpit.  Continue reading “Preaching to an Unknown Congregation”

Just Write Already!

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I’ve been thinking that I should sit down and write.  But I haven’t exactly had anything monumental to write about.  As if I need anything earth-shattering to write about.  After all, no one really reads these things anyway.  So I’m committing to writing something at least once every week.  I guess that this is my one time to do that this week.

So….what to write…what to write…

Continue reading “Just Write Already!”

A Place at the Table for Immigrants

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Let me start off by saying that I’m, by no means an expert on immigration.  I was reminded of this as I wrote and rewrote this post based on new information I would find.  Although I’m not an expert and am still learning, I know that I can’t continue to live as though there aren’t people with thoughts, feelings, and needs affected by this issue.  Having said that, I apologize in advance for any fallacies that follow. Continue reading “A Place at the Table for Immigrants”

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