There is nothing inherently magical about the 1st day of October. I don't anxiously await its arrival as the beginning of "spooky season" and in fact, some years it passes by with my barely noticing. This year, however, as I sat in my bed reading and writing and preparing for next week's classes I realized … Continue reading October 1
Life is weird. Or I'm weird. Or we're both weird. I'm sitting in my bed on a Saturday preparing for a final interview for a children's ministry position. I'm scrawling notes in my notebook that say things like "volunteer recruiting and retention" or "parent ownership and involvement". That's only weird because it's something I thought … Continue reading A calling realized
What a gift these past two months have been. Truly. Like a flower that grows through a crack in the sidewalk. Once I muddled my way through the muck and confusion, I have had the pleasure of having some of the most meaningful conversations and connections with people whom I barely know. I have had … Continue reading Shalom.
I stood in the chancel of our sanctuary wearing muddy sneakers on Sunday. (and for those of you who will say "no one noticed or cared!", you've obviously never worked in a church. Someone will always notice. Once several years ago, I got the evil eye from a pianist during the service because I had … Continue reading Muddy shoes and choir robes
I've held several different ministry positions since beginning college at Dallas Baptist University in the fall of 2006. All with children -- various ages -- but all "dependents" and "minors". I started school 10 years ago at DBU solely because I felt a calling on my life to be involved in the ministry -- specifically … Continue reading Ministry with people’s children: A Manifesto
The Messy Faithful 