Announcing A Retreat for Women: Wandering Home

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There are many practicing Christians today who wonder where we fit into the world of church. More and more people understand themselves as on a spiritual journey, but don’t understand institutional religion as a helpful part of that journey. Maybe you are exploring these questions in your own faith walk. Maybe you are involved in the life of a church and want to feel more resonance with its practices. This first time retreat for women may be a place you’d like to come and explore these and other questions.  I hope you will click here to learn more about this event and join us at Avila Retreat Center for Wandering Home

To Be Well

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The Gospel of John, Chapter 5, verses 1-9 is the text for this sermon preached on May 5, 2013 at Chapel in the Pines Presbyterian Church in Chapel Hill, NC. “Do you want to be made well?” Jesus’ question to the man on the mat waiting at the healing pool sounds almost rhetorical at first. “Do you want to be made well?”  Jesus says. Thirty-eight years the man hovered near those healing waters, waiting for someone to help him, waiting for a way to make those last steps. For thirty-eight years he contemplated how to find healing.  And he had tried–feebly,… Read the full post

Feminism and Football

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I am a quarterly blogger on the Feminism and Religion website.  My post up this week is on how race and privilege affected the NCAA investigation of the football program at University of North Carolina.  If you enjoyed the Calling Audibles series, you will want to check out this post.  If you are interested in issues of white privilege and race, you will want to read it, too.  And if you are just curious about how in the world feminism and football could possibly have anything to say to each other, then I hope you’ll read on and let me know what you think. Here are the first couple of paragraphs.

Courage

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Before this “day after” the Boston Marathon bombing had a chance to see morning light, my eight year old daughter called out for me.  It was a nightmare that woke her from her sleep.   I always ask, in my bleary state, for my children to tell me about the dreams that startle them awake and scare them enough to call me in.   Hopefully telling them out loud can help us let them go or find a new way to finish them.   Sometimes we look for reassurances in our waking world for what we would do if ever… Read the full post

Holy Saturday’s Song

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Today, brothers and sisters of the Jesus-named faith, You must stop and hear the still of death The Holy One takes in no oxygen and blood does not flow Flesh grown cold Still, you and I, be still If you must move, let it be a mourning dance If you must reverberate, a groaning trance Today we re-member death’s hard truth a day of finitude, of lonely tears and deep longing for what is gone And death, people of Jesus, is today’s purpose sitting, prostrating, falling, being thrown or carefully placed into a tomb The One who loved, who spoke… Read the full post