Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, … [Read more...] about This is a Table For All Who Are Hungry (If You Are Hungry, Come)
Writing
Dark Nights of the Soul: Surviving Silence With the God Who Weeps
My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go to the house of God under the … [Read more...] about Dark Nights of the Soul: Surviving Silence With the God Who Weeps
Why I Suck at Flirting: And Other Stories from Purity Culture
My very first memory of adolescence - the odd time when we move from childhood to being teenagers - was the day that Mrs. Emerson came over for iced tea to tell my mother that she was concerned, … [Read more...] about Why I Suck at Flirting: And Other Stories from Purity Culture
The Spiritual Practice of Noticing Absolutely Everything
I had been walking across Italy for three weeks. On that particular Wednesday, it was damp and grey and the every half mile seemed to take fourteen years. I was exhausted and protein deficient, ready … [Read more...] about The Spiritual Practice of Noticing Absolutely Everything
The Gospel of Sunday Night Sillies
I am inclined towards deadly seriousness and if I don't keep an eye on it, it will rapidly outgrow it's cuteness and like a baby demogorgon, it will swiftly become menacing and large enough to devour … [Read more...] about The Gospel of Sunday Night Sillies
The Gospel of Beloved Smallness
"You want my tried and true maxim on preaching?" Professor Smith said, beginning to draw a diagram on the whiteboard. "You want my one rule about preaching? "Say one true thing about God, then … [Read more...] about The Gospel of Beloved Smallness
The Gospel of Being Human
It's the very end of the night, and me and three regulars are closing down the tavern. The stools are up, the dining room lights are down, and the bar smells like cleaning solution and stale beer. My … [Read more...] about The Gospel of Being Human
“I’m Here Because of Her:” Rachel Held Evans
This feels impossibly hard. I cried and scrolled through Twitter all day yesterday. Rachel was our pastor, but our church didn't have a building that we can go to to be together. She gathered … [Read more...] about “I’m Here Because of Her:” Rachel Held Evans
