There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to make requests and a time to demand a hearing,
a time to hold my tongue and a time to rage.
There is a time for everything,
When I was a child, my father once brought me to the temple for Passover. For two days, we walked the dusty roads to Jerusalem, choking on the clouds kicked up by camels and donkeys as caravan after caravan passed us. Many others walked with us, with scarves wrapped over their faces, and eyes squinting to keep out the dust.
My feet hurt. I could feel the blisters start to form on the first day, and when I peeled off my sandals by the light of the fire that night, they were raw and bleeding. My eyes stung with tears at the thought putting those sandals back on in the morning. Father said nothing about the blisters, or my misty eyes, but he poured a few drops of our precious drinking water onto a cloth and gently washed my feet. The pain was almost more than I could bare, but I have never loved my father more; I have never felt his love for me more. Read More →
This is the most powerful sermon I have ever heard on the topic of homosexuality. It moved me to tears more than once.
If you can find the time, I strongly urge you to watch the whole thing. If you absolutely cannot spare the time, start by reading the outline of the first part of the video below, then skip to minute 45. Read More →
During each Sunday of Lent, our pastor asked someone from the congregation to share a story from their personal journey that related to the scripture for that week. She asked me to share the week we read about Nicodemus: a man who couldn’t seem to get a straightforward answer to the questions he asked Jesus. Below is a modified version of what I shared.
It’s always been confounding to me that we would call the day that commemorates the death of Jesus “Good Friday“. I understand that there were many good things that followed, but on Good Friday no one knew that those things were coming. They were living in a reality where their worst fears had been realized and their prayers hadn’t been answered.
I know this reality. Read More →
On Wednesday, Fred Phelps, founder of the notorious Westboro Baptist Church, passed away. While Westboro Baptist Church was made famous by their message of hate, I believe Fred Phelps and his clan have been one of the greatest driving forces of unity in mainstream Christian culture. Read More →
I want to thank everyone who read my posts last week. I am especially thankful for those who offered words of encouragement or gentle disagreement. It has taken me a long time to be honest about my beliefs, and I know I’m not alone in this. There will always be a few people who seem fearless with their opinions, but the rest of us tend to be wary of opening ourselves up to criticism. I prefer to put on my Facebook Face, and show the world a recipe for organic kale chips (even though we’ve eaten pizza three times this week), and a picture of the kids taken at an artistic angle (because that’s the only point of view where you can’t see the piles of unfolded laundry.) Read More →
The views expressed here are my own, and are not necessarily those of my family or friends. This is part two of a two-part series in response to the ongoing conversations at Eastern Mennonite University and Mennonite Church USA about how to live with our LGBTQ brothers and sisters.
Dear Conservative Christians,
I am speaking as someone who understands that you see changes in the church’s acceptance of homosexuality and believe that they reflect a weakening of regard for the authority of God’s Word. I know how important this is to you, and I know you are trying to do the right thing.
I am speaking as someone who believed, until a few short years ago, that the practice of homosexuality was wrong. I am speaking as someone who changed my mind. Let me be clear: I am not trying to persuade you of anything. I only want you to understand me. Read More →
The views expressed here represent what I believed in the past, and are not necessarily the views of my family or friends. This post is part one of a two-part series in response to the ongoing conversations at Eastern Mennonite University and Mennonite Church USA about how to live with our LGBTQ brothers and sisters.
Dear Progressive Christians,
I am speaking as someone who understands that you are trying to fight for the dignity and rights of your LGBTQ selves, family, friends, and fellow humans. I know how important this is to you, and I know you are trying to do the right thing.
I am speaking, not as the person I am now, but as the person I was a few short years ago. I am speaking as a conservative Christian who believes that the practice of homosexuality is wrong. Let me be clear: I am not trying to persuade you of anything. I only want you to understand me. Read More →