Pastor’s Blog
I had to become a woman to become a feminist
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.
God’s Love is Not Only About You
When I first started seminary, I also met evangelical Christians for the first time. Well, not for the first time.
The Newest Normal
After a full year of closed school buildings and dreadful Zoom school for my little ones, I just couldn’t think straight anymore.
Bold women for the future
Today is not only Bold Woman’s Sunday. It’s also the last day of Black History Month.
When the spirit drives you crazy
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.
Love in Times of Corona
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?
Love is God’s antiseptic – go, get it
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.
Carnival Around the Corner
All I always wanted was a store-bought princess costume. All I ever got were hand-sewn, beautiful costumes for dressing like a tight-rope artist (no one recognized that, and I had to tell everyone twice!)
A Rostock Wind
A wind that took away my breath for a second. This felt like home! I ran inside, yelling happily: “There is a Rostock wind outside!”
The Prophet Amanda Gorman
Prophets are often disguised. Hard to distinguish from other ordinary people. Prophets are people of faith, speaking truth to power.
Can anything good come from Christians?
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?
January 6, 2021 was an Epiphany
Last Wednesday, the church celebrated Epiphany. It’s the day when God turns on the lights and reveals the truth.
Between the years
These are the days I hardly have any memories of. It’s the time of the year when trying to reach anybody is hard. No one knows or cares what time it is, or what day.
Sing loud for all to hear
We thought Easter was hard during the first lockdown. We learned the hard way that Christmas is even harder.