a young woman's pilgrimage in ordained ministry
A sermon for the Twenty-First Sunday after Pentecost, Year A. (Watch entire sermon on Zoom, here.)There are days when I stand in this pulpitAnd I don’t quite know what to say;Days when I am feeling down and hopeless;Days when I feel like I don’t have the words to speak to you.Days when I question,“Where is... Continue Reading →
a sermon for the First Sunday in Lent, Year C “After his baptism, Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the wilderness.” Luke 4:1 I personally love the written word. I love the opportunity it affords, the escape it offers, the creative wandering accessible at my fingertips. I love the... Continue Reading →
A Sermon for Pentecost Sunday, Year B I don’t know if y’all will believe this, but I was a really shy child growing up. It was painful at times. And it wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy the company of others, or didn’t like conversing with friends and family, but new situations, new individuals, new thresholds were... Continue Reading →
A moment from my summer as a chaplain in CPE: After much debate They conceded to take Kristy off life support. She was only twenty-three, And the cause of her condition: Unknown. The young woman with the jet black hair, A husband too young to comprehend the reality of mortality, And... Continue Reading →
A Sermon on Genesis 21:9-19 for Prophetic Preaching class When I left Alabama at age 18, to begin my undergraduate career in Massachusetts, I was ready to cast of the chains of patriarchy. I was determined to denounce my sexist southern society. I was empowered to live into the woman that God was calling me... Continue Reading →
A sermon for Proper 18, Year C and a baptism Sunday. Based on Psalm 139:1–5, 12–17 & Luke 14:25–33. Love is messy. Or at least that is what I thought to myself. As I laid in my bed My senior year at Mount Holyoke Crying over an ex–boyfriend. Love is messy. Tears falling into... Continue Reading →
He's nonexistent... As I am wrapping up my internship this summer, I have been working on some final edits of interview footage. Going through one conversation this evening really caught me off guard. At the end the interview, the only question the older gentleman had for me was: "Where's the boyfriend?" Now instead of telling... Continue Reading →
The Magdalene's Call 