You just do what feels right in that moment. And then you go with the flow. And people remember it years later.

I even had to become a pastor to become a feminist. Before I started working, I honestly told people: No, I am not a feminist.

When I first started seminary, I also met evangelical Christians for the first time. Well, not for the first time.

It’s the day to rest. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Today is not only Bold Woman’s Sunday. It’s also the last day of Black History Month.

The wilderness we didn’t choose. The wilderness something drove us into. Like a place I don’t want to be in. Like the wrong show I accidentally had signed up for.

Sermon from Ash Wednesday.
It’s a tough time for love right now. How do I have the energy to love when my life freezes to mere survival?

When I was a teenager it was a day of disappointment. In college, I never dated anybody who celebrated. It seemed too commercialized to us, too enacted.

It’s time for a fight scene. With some real action!

Prophets are often disguised. Hard to distinguish from other ordinary people. Prophets are people of faith, speaking truth to power.

Others have long seen this. Non-Christians who wonder why the radical Christians are the loudest ones. Is this what the majority believes? Or does the actual majority keep silent?

Last Wednesday, the church celebrated Epiphany. It’s the day when God turns on the lights and reveals the truth.

We thought Easter was hard during the first lockdown. We learned the hard way that Christmas is even harder.

Sermon from Christmas Eve 2020 Late Service

Sermon from Christmas Eve 2020 Early Service

It started with a weird feeling in my stomach. I miss the smell of wooden pews. I miss the sound of turning hymnal pages. I miss feeling the church feeling.

During our last vacation, we hiked a lot. Ask the kids. They got tired of it after about 10 days and refused to get out of the car just to see another big tree. They had walked enough.

We know the iconography of medieval paintings, angels wearing robes, with wings, halos – and all of this is based on – God knows what.

“I must have misheard”, Hazel thought to herself. “God clearly doesn’t want me to become a pastor.”

After the last couple of days, I feel like I have an idea of what it is like to wait. Mostly impatiently. After the last 8 months, I feel like I have an idea of what it is like to wait. In the beginning extremely impatiently.