A Note to G
January 5, 2016 Dear G- I love you! I can’t believe that a new year has sprung; you are now 81. Sometimes I wonder about you–about the world that you knew […]
Living in the Face of Fear
This spring I’ve been thinking a lot about the role of fear in our lives. One particular insight that has stayed with me is found in Adrian McFarlane’s text A Grammar […]
“A Tale of Three Seminaries”…A Reappraisal
This post has been a long time in coming. Since 2008, like many of you, I’ve witnessed the conversations about the future of theological education online, in print, and in […]
On Love: #ReasontoRise
It’s Valentine’s Day…have you seen the posts from Sojourners about joining with One Billion Rising in speaking out against violence against women? I have and am writing as my act of solidarity […]
On Growing Up an Evangelical Woman
My pastor, Dan Collison, at First Covenant Church in Minneapolis asked if I would share my story of growing up as a female person in the evangelical church…and I wanted […]
On the Eve of the Shutdown: Contemplation of the “Common Good”
What does it mean to be a citizen- a good citizen of our cities, of our countries, of our world…and of this planetary system? This fall I started my Ph.D. […]
Trayvon Martin, Racism, Sin… and Turning Toward the Other
I want to start by saying that I am grieved. I have been grieved for sometime now. It’s the down in your bones, knowing that the grief could consume you […]
On the Eve of the Election: “Bigot”; “Godless” … Reflections on Constructing the “Other”
Nov 6, 2012… I’ve been seeing the posts from my friends on Facebook. I feel it myself: the “ick” of wondering where we will be on November 7th when we […]
The Invitation to Reformation
I preached on Sunday at Pacific Lutheran University as a part of my work at Luther Seminary. I was anxious about preaching because of a few reasons: 1) I am […]
On Keeping up with the Jones: Wearing Birkenstocks and other Reflections
A little known fact about me: I grew up in poverty. Not the abject kind, but the kind that meant my mom’s income was below the poverty line my entire […]
