Thanks, Bach, for creating the quintessential boring organ music. You genius, you. Read More Forgotify, the Last Frontier: “Kyrie, Gott Vater in Ewigkeit, BWV 669”
I love weddings. All the excitement, hope, love, beauty, romance. The expectations and plans for the future. Two people coming together, building something strong, creating a bond, which will carry them through the years and the unforeseen things those years may bring to them.
“Called by God.” There are few vocations in life to which we say people are divinely challenged, led, or directed. But as clergy, we find ourselves in that unusual category.
We each experience it in a different way. Some as children. Some later in life. Some in very direct, obvious, in-your-face moments. Some are quiet whisperings of the Spirit that guide us gently into serving the church, synagogue, fellowship, congregation, or whatever our body of faith might be called.
However we come, serving our flock, serving our God, is what we do.
I am truly excited to share with you the latest brainchildren of my obsession with Polyvore, also known around here as paper dolls for grownups (and obsessive time-wasters like me)! This week I picked five different holiday-ish occasions, ranging from a couple I think nearly everyone will have to endure (like a holiday party at the office) to a few that are a bit more specific (going to see The Nutcracker. Hell, I’m not even doing that). Enjoy, and feel free to lend opinions about the outfits in the comments (even if they’re quite negative; I and my slightly cluttered taste can take it)! Read More Holiday Polyvore Outfits for (Nearly) Every Occasion
I didn’t drink, smoke, or experiment with drugs when I was in high school. I didn’t stay out past my curfew; I didn’t even have a curfew. That’s because my adolescent rebellion took place between 9 am and 11 am on Sunday mornings. That’s right; my rebellious teenage phase was that I went to church. A Baptist church, to be precise. I became a Christian the summer before my freshman year in high school after watching a particularly persuasive crucifixion video at a church camp I went to with my best friend. My parents, both having rejected the Catholicism they were raised in, were not thrilled about my “conversion” but they allowed me to be active in the church and I went every Sunday and many Wednesdays and went on two mission trips to Mexico (oh yes. I was that girl). I turned 17 in August of 1999 and I had been involved in my church for three years. Read More Losing My Religion