Theological Essays, Devotionals, and Spiritual Naval-Gazing
In random baby news, Naomi is the stairmaster. She has mastered the stairs. Still no solo walking, but she takes on these steps like a champ. Up and down and up and down, with me her decreasingly nervous spotter. Thankfully she is also learning to obey Mama’s “Stay downstairs, please!” But I let her … More May Leaves Virtue
I would like to share with you a little bit about my gluten-free journey. This story, which I will share in three parts, is both personal and scientific, so it’s going to get a little uncomfortable in here if you don’t want to hear about reproductive health issues. (No gory details, don’t worry.) I share this … More Gluten Liberation Part 1: Becoming That Person
So, not much success at getting startitis under control. Two new projects in two days. But that’s okay. Because I’m done. Finito. Last paper turned in. Woo. You know, I expected to feel relief at this point. And people keep asking me if I feel relieved. But I’m not sure what it was – … More Done.
So, I’m giving up Facebook for Lent. It’s been a week and a half now, and I thought it might be worth doing to reflect publicly on why I am doing it, and note my experiences so far. I will save for later the observations on how it’s gone, as I’ve finished drafting this monstrously … More Facebook Fast
This. This is the moment I want to keep forever. Bedtime in a dark room, by the navy curtains, Nursing for the last time before you go to slumber. I do not note so much you sucking at my breast, That sensation normalized by twelve months’ repetition. What I notice most is your small exploring … More Collection
A birthday poem-ish-thing for Naomi. One year ago today, the morning dawned with fluffy snow. We were home in bed by then, napping in the moment. We made a bedroom cave, supplied with cosleeper and heater. We stared and watched and marveled at your tiny, puffy newness. Today dawns bright and sunny, fluffy clouds on … More Still New
Watching the Olympics is a massive biannual event that brings the whole country – nay, the whole world – together. Even if you are not that into sports, there is sheer joy in seeing humans perform their best. I’m sure today, last Sunday, and next Sunday, there will be many sermons preached on that most … More My Life on Skates
By popular request, here is my sermon from this morning, given at the 8:30 chapel service at Trinity School for Ministry. You’ll have to forgive the conversational style; this also served as my notes. The readings from this morning were Amos 9:1-10 and Matthew 23:13-26. * * * We’re going to be focusing on the … More Sermon: Cleaning the Beans
In the Baggins universe, Bag End is the definition of home. Described as one of the most comfortable hobbit dwellings in the area, it is the place both of its solitary bachelor residents love the most. It is fascinating to me that since The Hobbit was first published in 1937, several artists have taken a stab at … More Bagshot Row
Fall is different this year. Come to think of it, it’s different to me every year. One year I’m sentimental about the passage of time; another I’m drawing allegories about seasons and life stages. This year, as I’m up before the sun with Naomi, and the quiet of her first nap begins while the mist … More Liminal
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