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Vast Rock of Materiality and a Real Angel

It was my great privilege to preach on Easter morning for the congregation at Rockefeller Chapel yesterday.  It’s been a number of years since I actually preached on Easter — and it’s the best and worst pastoral task: it’s the greatest story ever told! How do

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Turning on a Dime

Palm/Passion Sunday As our service opened this morning, we heard proclamations of wonder and joy from the children of the congregation; we waved palms in procession, we sang all glory, laud and honor to our Redeemer King. We journeyed with Jesus into the city; we

My husband made this image for me because I would have had to pay for the "Ash Heart" on Shutterstock. So perfect!

Valentine’s Day/Ash Wednesday

My beloved spouse and I sat at the library on Saturday, as we do on many Saturdays; he working on a grad school paper, me trying to get a jump start on a week that will see the start of Lent Madness. I often have

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Writing is good for you

In the weekly gathering of graduate students I coordinate at the Divinity School, we’re doing a quarter-long series inspired by NPR’s great tradition of soliciting essays on the topic “This I Believe.”  Ours are a bit longer, but I’ve been really excited to hear the wonderful

Do you see her? How big and independent she is?

Six on Saturday: Car edition

This has been such a busy fall. This post, then, slowly muddles my way back into writing non-book-related-things.   1) I turned in what I hope will be the final revisions on my book this week. There may yet be comments from the publisher, and

Can you tell he's annoyed I took his picture while he's relaxing on the patio?

A hip, hop, the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop

My beloved spouse, the talented, handsome, and recent wielder of pink-toilet destroying sledge hammers, Josh Hammond, has tagged me in a blog hop. I have finished and submitted my book manuscript, and am currently procrastinating on my Sunday sermon (it’s Wednesday, people), so it is

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Somehow they learn things

I’ve been feeling guilty lately. We haven’t played any of the games in Fiona’s math sack for school in weeks. I’ve given up even fudging the sheet she turns in each Friday, spreading out the three games we’ve played before school on the last day

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