MY BODY IS YOUR HOUSE
By Monica A. Coleman
“You think my body is your house!”
I sighed to my clingy infant daughter.
Bordering on toddlerhood, she was crawling, walk-stumbling, and doing it all from the home base of my lap, legs or arms.
Don’t get me wrong. I love holding my daughter. I love her embraces, her s..
WHY NOT YOU? REFLECTIONS ON VOCATION AND POSSIBILITY
By Bruce G. Epperly
The Super Bowl is seldom seen as a goldmine for theological reflection. But, one phrase leaped out at me in the coverage of this year’s game. Harry Wilson, father of game winning quarterback, Russell Wilson, told his son, “Russ, why not you?” as a reminder that he could do g..
MY FASCINATION WITH JAMES, THE BROTHER OF JESUS
By Darnise C. Martin, PhD
I have always been interested in the early Christian era. In fact, it was my interest in early Christianity that first led me to want to go to graduate school. At that time I was obsessed with understanding how it is that Jesus from Nazareth went from being a man, to t..
STIGMA. OWN IT.
By Melissa D. Johnson
It’s always the same. I exit the parking garage, walk straight to the lab, hold out my arm, and surrender blood. The lab tech asks me how school’s going. I say “Fine.” She pulls the needle out, replaces it with a small but messy pile of gauze, and tops it off with a Scooby..
SNOW WARMS THE HEART
By BaSean A. Jackson
On January 28, 2014 the Atlanta metropolitan area was crippled. Going into noon all was well, but by 2:00pm disaster had hit Atlanta like I have never seen before in over 20 years. A snow storm bringing about 2 inches of snow covered the ground and iced the roads; seeming..
MY BODY HUMS WITH THE WORD OF GODDE
By Connie Tuttle
My spiritual community gathered this Sunday to listen for Godde.
We created space with time and silence to listen for Sacred leading.
We’ve been through a lot together this past year and are now experiencing the blessing and curse of uncertainty. Not that most of life isn..
KNITTING IN CHURCH
By Kirsten A. S. Mebust
…You knit me together in my mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13
My mother tried to teach me to knit at seven. But, left-handed and grumpy, I mostly learned through trial and error, interpreting diagrams and pattern jargon from books. The first red worsted scarf I made took tw..
HUMILITY AS EMPOWERMENT
By Krista E. Hughes
As I got on my yoga mat last week, I thought about my bio for this blog series. “Did I really say that I humble myself on my yoga mat?” This surprised me a bit.
In my writing and teaching, I tend to problematize the Christian notion of humility, for too often this apparen..
SABBATH AS INTERRUPTION
Years ago I began keeping a 24-hour Sabbath every week, which is not an easy thing for a good Protestant to do. We are, after all, ingrained with the Protestant work ethic. Moreover, like every other American, I tend to view time as a commodity to be used, made, scheduled, traded, and (sometimes) ..