From Parishioner To Friend

My friend, Meredith, once said to me, "You have the best job."

With time, maturity, and perspective, I can look back and see that Meredith was right. Not only did I have the best job, but I still have the best job. To the degree we people can be difficult, we can also be wonderful.

Terry Everett was one of those people who made my wonderfully complex job the best--because he was wonderful in his complexity.

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What Not To Call This Clergywoman (Remastered)

In August of 2015 I wrote a blog post entitled, "What Not To Call This Clergywoman,"  a (hopefully) humorous reflection on how I respond to the common questions, "What am I supposed to call you?"

My answer to that question has evolved over the years. What has not evolved is the opportunity to laugh at what I prefer not to be called--and the stories that led to that preferences. You can click on the link above to read the first round of such stories. You can read below for the latest round. Or you can choose to stop reading now and go back to work/play/watching Netflix/twiddling your thumbs. I thank you for reading this far.

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Risking Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday makes me nervous.

It's not the ashes themselves that make me uneasy. It's not trying to form the perfect paste of dirt and oil that makes my heart race. It's not the the whispered comments about Lent being "too Catholic" for United Methodists that make me squirm.

What makes me nervous about Ash Wednesday are the vessels holding the muddy mix: pottery made from earth's clay and shaped into masterpieces.

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