This is the first Holy Week in fifteen years that has snuck up on me. I have not been participating in the church calendar–I haven’t even been going to services at a Christian church–and all of a sudden someone said it was Palm Sunday and I thought, “Really? Weird,” and finished getting my kids ready… Continue reading My Church, My Church, Why Have You Forsaken Me?
For the past few years, I have found solace in the rhythms of the Anglican church year. I adore Advent, which is like Lent, but fun. And by the time Lent itself comes around, I’m feeling ready to embrace the ashes and the ritual of fasting that mark the season. I’m not giving anything up… Continue reading Oh, The Traumatic Cross!
I recently read Spiritual Direction, a compilation of Henri Nouwen’s writings, for a class I am taking on the topic. I have deliberately avoided reading anything by Nouwen, mostly because other people have gushed about his life and called his works “life changing”. When people start drinking the Life-Changing Kool-Aid, I usually run the other way… Continue reading On Forgiving Church For Not Being God
The lights dim, a guitar plays notes that don’t quite feel like a song yet, and the people around me start swaying and clasping their hands in front of their chests. Some heads bow, others tilt up, and most eyes are closed. “The altar is open if you need it,” the piano player says. Some… Continue reading On “Authentic Worship Experiences”