What slow brewing coffee taught me about Faith

These days my kitchen counter has become my altar. The chalice? A glass coffee maker. The wine? Water just off the boil. I always pour deliberately, slowly, and with intention because, before the busyness of my day, this task is an altar upon which may descend the fire of God’s grace. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans brewing is my prayer, set forth as incense, ascending to the throne room of God.

St. Mary Magdalene, Patron Saint of “My life is a mess, and yet Jesus says he loves… me?”

There are days when I am reminded of the stigma of darkness and rejection. Today is one of them. I lived for 22 years in the dark closet of self-hate and lies that I honestly feel like I will live forever with a mild, but very real, case of PTSD. That story still feels very … Continue reading St. Mary Magdalene, Patron Saint of “My life is a mess, and yet Jesus says he loves… me?”

To General Convention, Thanks for Everything… Six Years Later

It was six years ago, during the summer after my first semester in seminary, that I stumbled across the Social Media HUB for the Episcopal Church gathered in its 76th General Convention (in Anaheim).The message of deep engagement in mission locally and globally, dedication to social justice and inclusion (even if it was imperfectly stated … Continue reading To General Convention, Thanks for Everything… Six Years Later