confessions from a closet legalist: cussing, christians, and church….
He stood on stage with bright lights shining down and over 800 faces staring at him. The microphone hissed feedback as he began, but he bravely continued, holding notes in his tremoring right hand. As the notes fluttered nervously, he spoke clearly and with conviction...
child of god…
It was her voice. Breathy and seductive, but trying… trying too hard. The coquettish laugh and flirtatious intonation conjured an image in my head of what the woman standing behind me looked like. Her conversation made me ill and I teetered on the verge of an...
the church is dead…
The room was cramped and expectant. Faces full of girls who wanted to learn—really learn—that God had a plan for their life. It was my first time serving in youth ministry and I had been dragged there by the new youth pastor who just needed a warm body to...
ain’t your momma’s women’s ministry…
Women’s ministry comes a host of stigmas. Tea parties, luncheons, brunches, doilies, dresses, and all things pink. But I believe there’s a new type of girl who is not just looking for a place to sip tea and talk about how cute their children are....
on ministry…
Within the confines of church ministry, I’m relatively young. The crown of grey hair and invisible badges of honor many tout after years of ministry pale in comparison to my four grey hairs and self-inflicted battle wounds. But I’m there. I’m...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
