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Ash Wed 2019

Ash Wed 2019

The Church gives us Lent as a time to change, to become a better version of ourselves, and to become more like Jesus. This season is an invitation to a Spiritual Practice.

TransJesus, TransYou

TransJesus, TransYou

This story is a moment in Jesus’ journey that is vital.  It is the moment for which is he known.


It’s one of the most important stories of our faith tradition and a moment that is often overlooked.  The mystery, is just too hard to explain. So why tell the story? It is the mystery, that I have been so drawn to, for me it is where the faith lies.  

Regarding General Conference of the UMC

Regarding General Conference of the UMC

Here is a gal that was raised by the UMC. Not just raised but nurtured and cultivated for many years. The UMC afforded me gifts into ministry...I mean big gifts. I would not be a pastor without the remarkable experiences I had within the UMC community. I think of them often. I think of the local church I came out of. I think of the crazy awesome programming I was a part of and glean from in my own ministry today. I think of the mentor after mentor I had during my college years. I think of the people, oh, the so loving people. This gal, was also never taught to be exclusive. There was not one part of my upbringing in the UMC that I felt that God did not love all people. So, this news is sad. Devastating, in fact. An institutional failure, for sure. So, today and tomorrow I will put energies towards other big news of our LGBTQ community this week. Because if the UMC taught me anything it was to put my faith into action. I will pray for those in Washington doing the good work of resisting injustices by testifying before the House Armed Services Committee fighting for the rights of our transgender soldiers. 
Onward my friends, we have work to do.

The waters in my eyes were the blessings of my baptism

The waters in my eyes were the blessings of my baptism

We did this thing at Black Forest Community Church beginning January 1.  We decided to hire an Interim Director of Music and Arts.  I will be honest and tell you that this is the first in many years that BFCC will be funding a full-time pastor- me.  It will be a stretch for both positions.  But, you can't have church without music and art so when the previous choir director resigned we crafted a job description with high expectation, low hours and low cost.  It's a bit of a risk.  Mandy works with me each week on worship, liturgy, themes, hymns and special music. We meet downtown at the Wild Goose Meeting House.   She also rehearses with our choir of fifteen or so every Monday evening.  A large choir for a church membership of 65. Mandy's hours with us are approximately 7 hours a week. Though her expertise brings more than double those hours, especially when Russ joins her.  She will be with us every second Sunday of the month while maintaining her full-time role at a large downtown UCC church.


I have known Mandy for almost a decade.  We worked together years ago and when I left that congregation, I said "we will work together, again." I did not know how or when or what that would look like.  I walked into the sanctuary this past Sunday, preparing the space for worship while Mandy and her partner Russ led rehearsal. My eyes welled up at the music of our choir.  I looked at Mandy and hugged her tight. I wouldn't let her go.  I whispered prayers of gratitude and love over her shoulder.  Russ finally pried us a part and said there is business to do.  Mandy laughed at the shock of my tight hug.  It was out of character.  Probably because Spirit was moving in a different way.  My eyes stayed wet with water throughout the whole service.  There would be moments when I would glance at my mom or my best friend and even the children in our space through eyes on the verge of tears.


The waters in my eyes were the blessings of my baptism coming in the form of vision- literally.  



I wanted to thank her a million times for sharing her gifts with me and us and all of them.  I wanted to thank Russ for sharing of himself. His art and his presence. I wanted to thank the large downtown church for sharing a piece of themselves with the little church in the Black Forest.  And, I mostly wanted to thank BFCC for being a place where we can experiment. For trusting in God, in the way that they do.  



This is a special place, I wanted to declare.  


It is special because Jack is running back and forth through the circle to share with his parent.  This is special because the members of this community are sharing vulnerable stories out-loud.  This place is special because choir members are crying at the sound of music.  This place is special because the tears shed are the blessings of baptism coming in the form of vision- literally.     

Ugh..transitions & anxiety

Ugh..transitions & anxiety

Have you ever noticed that the advice you give your best friend, the words you say as a parent or the sermons you preach to a congregation are often words that you need to hear yourself? 

Religious?!

Religious?!

A newspaper reporter, journalist interviewed me yesterday.  As it turns out, he already new everything about me.

the summer of reds

the summer of reds

This summer I got new red couches to go with my red house, red dining room wall and red glass tile around my fireplace. This summer the red petunias in my front window box have never been so vibrant.