During the spring, I took advantage of working at my alma mater by auditing a class, “The Road to Nicaea and Beyond,” a class on the history and formation of Christian theology. Though an auditor,[…]
A Year of Grief
On June 9, 2014, my long-term boyfriend and I broke up. In a moment I was displaced, having to rearrange my whole life: find a new place to live, rediscover who I was as single, a[…]
Good Friday “Grief”
Today is Good Friday, and I think, theologically, I’m starting to grasp its goodness. This has always been a hard one for me. Even in my young evangelical days I felt so uncomfortable with the[…]
On Reading the New Testament
This term I’m TA-ing a New Testament survey at a grad school, where most of the students are not future pastors and theologians but therapists. Most come in with little to no exegetical training; many[…]
A blessing for one who is exhausted
Two Sundays ago at Wits’ End we lit candles for the impending winter. It gets dark so freaking early these days. And winter here is hard, even if there isn’t snow and ice piled on the ground[…]
So Much Depends
When thinking about Ordinary Time poetry, William Carlos Williams should have come to mind a lot faster than he did. (In fact, a husband and wife, on separate occasions, both suggested I read “The Red[…]
Thesis Blog: Three Months Later
My talking about my thesis trickled out some time in February, probably when I was freaking out the most. I didn’t want you all to have to bear the craziness. Heh. But it’s all over,[…]
Literature as Sacrament: thoughts birthed from grief
Three weeks before graduation, my boyfriend of four years broke up with me. Bad timing, of course, but is there ever a good time to get dumped? At the time I was knee-deep in reading[…]
The Second Sunday of Ordinary Time (or, “thank you / for the goddamn birds singing!”)
Yesterday (Monday) is my one big, long intense work day. I’m an assistant instructor (kind of like a TA) at The Seattle School of Theology and Psychology, my alma mater, for a class called Faith,[…]
The First (but not really) Sunday of Ordinary Time
I’ve begun bringing poetry to my church for the season of Ordinary Time. (The season gets a late start at Wits’ End because we observe a Sabbath month in August.) I’m particularly excited about this[…]