A Day in the Life: Women Clergy

“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.

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Jerkproof: How Not to Talk to Infertile Friends

It’s time for a sharing circle, Persephoneers. We talk a lot about motherhood around here, and the choice to not be a mother. Today, we’re going to chat about those of us who aren’t in either the happily parenting or happily childfree demographic. Read More Jerkproof: How Not to Talk to Infertile Friends

Persephone Lounge is Open to Cheese

…Cheesy songs, that is. Well, I think we’re open to actual cheese too. But since the weather is finally warming up for a lot of people, I was inspired to post this lovely song from the totally not-cheesy television program, The Brady Bunch. Read More Persephone Lounge is Open to Cheese

Losing My Religion

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