During my first year of college, I had an 8am (!) Biological Anthropology with the intimidating, serious, not-messing-around, Dr. Madrigal. She would start each morning with a fierce “It’s 8 o’clock lets begin” and…
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Dear ones, I’ve started this post five or six times, each time I am at a loss for words. My heart and my soul grieve. How is this happening again? What have we done? When ‘45’ publicly…
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You know that feeling you have when your hand finally finds your partners after a long day? I believe God is in that moment. That one painting that has always moved you- the colors,…
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History repeats itself. We’ve all heard it our whole lives, usually said with a sigh of resignation or a hint of disdain. Tied up in this refrain we hear a note of condescension directed toward those…
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I am passionate about my faith, my spirituality is the richest part of my life. But can I share a struggle with you? So often, when sharing my thoughts with others, I am met…
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My dance of faith and feminism began when my mother-in-law suggested I read Sue Monk Kidd’s Dance of the Dissident Daughter. This book ripped my heart wide open and threw a freaking hand grenade…
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This story is forcing me to be even more vulnerable and open. But here it goes. I have a deep and constant fear that something or everything will go wrong. Whenever life seems too…
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God is a man. You’re causing men to stumble. Women can’t/shouldn’t be pastors. You’re not enough for your family. The man is the head of the household. You’re too emotional. Whether we learn it in church, from our family, or…
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In the typical Western Christian church we hear a lot about the “patriarchs” – Abraham, Isaac, and Joseph- of the faith. We don’t really get a chance to hear the stories of the women…
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All language is metaphor. Any attempt to describe the richest parts of life- like love, friendship, nature, and faith- all fall short. Language only scratches the surface of meaning. …