Although my sacred is marked profane, let my profanity be considered holy.
Would the curse words of my mouth and the rage-filled meditations of my heart
Some way, somehow, be pleasing to You.
I have this memory from my third grade Sunday school class. We were given a big, thick metal nail, and the story of Jesus’ crucifixion was recited, but this time with all its gory details–the blood, the nakedness, the suffocation, all of it. I guess my church had decided that third grade was the big moment to tell the children the real story of Jesus’ death.Read More
I grew up hearing many sermons about siblinghood in the Church. Although I participated in youth ministries, young adult ministries, and women’s bible study groups throughout my life, I never felt like I had experienced sisterhood until I joined an Asian-interest sorority.Read More
Today’s reading: Isaiah 65.17-25 + Revelation 21.1-5 This year, I came as close to a new reality as I’ll probably ever come: I had my second child and moved across the country, all in the span of six months. I’m lucky...Read More
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