Mistress of Divinity

Category: just me

  • Not My Jesus, Not for The Faint Hearted

    Not My Jesus, Not for The Faint Hearted

    Author Bob Fabey gets real, real quick in his book, Not My Jesus.  Calling out the nature of Christians to make Jesus over into a caricature for their own comfort, at times it feels he reaches a bit too far, (calling Jesus a pig/dog hater-and dismissive of burial rights) but…

  • On leading beside “Still Waters”

    Recently a colleague, one whom I have never met in person commented about why they are friends with me on social media.  “This is why I keep you around.  You lead me beside still waters.”  My response was curious to say the least.  “Who me?”  “Wait, is that good?”  “What…

  • Grief, Shame, and Sacred Spaces #NotreDame

    Yesterday the office administrator interrupted me.  “Notre Dame is one fire,” she said in almost a whisper.  Being the wife of a college football fanatic, my first response was, “the college or the cathedral?” People around the world have flooded social media over this ancient, sacred space burning.  There is…

  • Respite.

    We all get there.  That place where we are at the edge of our capacity.  It may be from one persistent circumstance or a plethora gathering to the point of chaos. I found myself there this past week- in desperate need to have some space to breathe and let my feelings,…

  • They were already Praying

    Prayer is a conversation between us and the divine.  No matter the name of the divine, Krishna, Yhwh, Jesus, Buddha, it is a time when we offer our inner most thoughts up and await the guidance of the divine. It looks like lament- a keening hollow shriek that pierces the…

  • Ordinations; who should attend and why

    Ordinations are not about the future pastor being ordained. Yup. This coming ordination is not about me. Not at all. Ordinations are about a community that identifies and raises up one of their own. They are about celebrating the work of the Holy Spirit among God’s people, about lifting up…

  • You Stand for Me, I will kneel for you.

    Part of me is really surprised that how we act in front of a piece of fabric is dividing this nation so deeply.  Every flag is just a bunch of colored cloth- it has no meaning except that which we impart upon it.  How we react to it reminds me…

  • Home

    It is an odd thing now to be home.  I wake and cannot place myself- feeling like there is something to be done, a different place I am supposed to be.  I feel disoriented when I awaken.  It is as though the world did not notice I was gone- it…

  • Leaving when the job is far from done

    My time with the Red Cross Disaster Spiritual Care response to Hurricane Irma in Georgia and Florida is nearly done.  Tomorrow will be my last day here. It is an interesting experience to see so much still to be done and to be walking away.  I got used to it…

  • When Being an Ally means Surrender

    Shhhhh.  Listen. Shhhh.  Listen more. Just show up. Listen MORE. No, don’t voice your opinion, even if it aligns, but especially if it doesn’t. Listen.   Shhhh. I hate being an Ally.  It feels so darn helpless on the best days and is a minefield of chaos on the worst.…