The Snitch and the Mystery of the Divine

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For me, the word seeker conjures up images of Quidditch, a team game played in the Harry Potter universe.  A seeker is a player that searches for the snitch: a small, golden ball with wings that flits to and fro at the speed of light.  The snitch is tough to see and it’s a tedious job to keep after it, especially when Continue reading “The Snitch and the Mystery of the Divine”

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Fitting In At the Foot of the Cross

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I haven’t ever really fit in.  I grew up a poor, overweight, shy kid with a last name that just begged to be made fun of.  I didn’t have a lot of friends and lunchtime at school was brutal.  My only sanctuary during my middle school and high school years was the band room.  Continue reading “Fitting In At the Foot of the Cross”

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”

Jacob’s Blessing (as told by Rebekah)

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My name is Rebekah.  My husband, Isaac, and I live here with our twin sons, Esau and Jacob.  Esau is older than Jacob, but only by a heel.  But Jacob, well, Jacob is my favorite.  I know, I know.  I’m not supposed to have favorites, but Jacob is such a nice boy.  He mostly just sticks close to the tent and keeps me company while Esau goes out hunting for days on end.  While I was pregnant, Continue reading “Jacob’s Blessing (as told by Rebekah)”

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