I Found Love {The Challenge of “Eat This Book”}

I’ve never read the Bible from end to end. I grew up in the church but biblical literacy was not encouraged, until Blackhawk. Reading the ancient books I wondered—does God love me? Who am I to question God? And yet, I regularly bring questions and doubt to my reading of scripture. I cringe reading the…

Why So Silent? (And My New Superpower)

I have a super power — Invisibility. I’m having a difficult time sorting things – knowing that I want to be writing, but accepting life, which includes very little time for creativity. My camera has fallen silent and well as this blog. I have done a little writing, including a piece for my church on the Eat…

{an apology to God}

this is an apology to God, I suppose. if I’ve learned anything over the last few months reading the Bible end to end, it is that God is faithful. He never promised us that life would be pain free, or without problems. Only to be there with us, behind us, ahead of us, around us;…

{A Miscarriage of a Life – a post Mother’s Day Lament}

Yesterday I told myself over and over — I have had a miscarriage of a life. The day before, I spent all day celebrating my older sister as she received a doctorate of ministry in preaching from the Lutheran School of Theology at Chicago.  Yes, I was happy for her but I could not enjoy the…

Upward Mobility (a poem)

Earth ‘s crammed with heaven…  But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.  – Elizabeth Barrett Browning More than once, in fact dozens of times in the Big Story of the Torah, responding to God meant falling face down on the ground. Blinding light, being pregnant with plain old awe. Take off your shoes kind of wonderment….

My Spiritual Eyes are Stinging

From listening to a QIdeas talk with Eugene Peterson on the Sabbath. I must stop trying to be God.   Which means also stop trying to prove myself.  Stop with the interminable, frantic burden of finding my place in the world.  Yes, there is a dignity to work – any kind of work—even house work….

On Motherhood: Searching for Meaningful Metanarrative

I keep crying out that I want a bigger purpose for my life.   The universe cries back, your purpose is right in front of you. I cry back– it’s not enough.  It’s not enough.  This is not enough! I cannot pretend. I’ve been up and down, sometimes miserable lately. And I’m ashamed of myself….

Imagine my Surprise. I read the Bible “Wrong.”

I never knew  that there was a right or wrong way of reading the Bible.   I have always thought, naively I will now acknowledge, that all that mattered was how one responded to what they read in the Bible.  Nope, I’ve been all wrong.  I don’t know where I learned this idea either.  I’ve absorbed a way of looking…