salvaged faith
tr.v. sal-vaged 1) to save from loss or destruction; 2) to save discarded or damaged material for future use
Category Archives: Kenotic Words
No More Denial
Seventy five years ago, I probably would not have been welcomed in this pulpit. As a woman, ordination was out of the question. A combination of tradition and a patriarchal … Continue reading
truth and repentance #gc2012
Last night, our General Conference participated in an act of repentance toward healing relationships with Indigenous Peoples. I’m not entirely sure what I expected from the service of worship, but … Continue reading
invocation of the spirit #gc2012
One of the most amazing moments in worship this afternoon was to see bishops of our church gathered around the communion table in the center of the people and to … Continue reading
Hosanna!
In my flower garden this spring, I have learned the difference between joy and happiness. You see, happiness is getting a bouquet of a dozen tulips from your spouse or … Continue reading
Fueled and Aflame
(this was one of those outline sermons… so here are the notes) People everywhere… people here in this church, people in the community, other pastors, friends, family – are asking … Continue reading
You Are the Body
Description of my Christmas tree: White lights, built into the tree. Part of a strand wasn’t working. Had to go through and replace every single light down the row to … Continue reading
Do Not Conform
Weekends in the fall seem to be a portrait of contrast in my life. I experience in those two short days each weekend my best moments and my worst ones. … Continue reading
Going All In
…many of us are like this dimmer switch up here. We waver in how much light we let out into the world. Our lights are not off completely – but neither are they shining at 100%, 100% of the time.
Feasting, not fasting…
Mark’s gospel is known for its haste. Jesus is here and then there and everything is so urgent and busy. We spent four weeks in Epiphany just in chapter one … Continue reading
Your Race, Your Game
When I was in middle school, my mom and dad invited me to try out as many different sports as I could. In 7th grade I ran track. In 8th … Continue reading
