Loving what you do is really important. But so is a paycheck. Real, abiding love takes commitment and compromise, and is much easier to find and do before you become a crotchety old woman. Boundaries are important, and you should always take your time learning to trust people. Make sure they deserve it. A life ruled by “shoulds” is no fun, but a life ruled by “because I want to” is not too rewarding. Balance. Love and partnership is important. Acceptance and gratitude are the greater part of love.Read More →

This sermon was inspired by a spoken word poem at Ted.com, called Rives Controls the Internet. The sermon, which was done at a rapid pace like spoken word, was followed by communion where the communicants took the phrase, “If I were the architect of the Church” and said how they would make it theirs. If I were the architect of the new Church, not the old church, we’d have no tired old Sunday school and Training Union and Wednesday night suppers and Stewardship Sundays and Deacons meetings and church councils and capital campaigns and mission trips, But it’s new church, with love and care andRead More →

I’m taking a break this weekend from Twitter. I’m hoping to find that it will make me more creative, more productive, and get me away from the computer. And then, of course, it’s Friday night and I’m writing a blog post. I thought I’d share this song from a book by Marshall Chapman, called Goodbye, Little Rock and Roller. It doesn’t matter Where you’re coming from It doesn’t matter What damage was done We’re all on a journey Our goal is the same We’re gonna be happy Like children again So be your own parent And treat yourself good It’s never too late To haveRead More →

My friend, Malcolm Marler, is the chaplain at the 1917 Clinic in Birmingham, Alabama. The 1917 Clinic is an HIV/AIDS clinic, and Malcolm has been working to provide compassionate care for folks with HIV/AIDS before treating them with compassion was cool. Malcolm pretty much rocks. He wrote this in his blog today: One day I was asked by one of our nurses if I would talk with a single mom in her 30’s in one of our exam rooms who was recently diagnosed with advanced HIV disease and “was crying a lot.” I seemed to get called for a lot of these situations. I walkedRead More →