There’s a church I photographed years ago. Rural Kentucky. I enlarged the photo. Printed it out. Framed it. It’s currently hanging in my second bedroom. I’ve made it a habit to photograph churches. I passed it last Saturday. I’d forgotten exactly where it was. But at the moment. I passed it I decided to come … More abandoned
Today church was brunch with a friend and a young lady. Then a walk in the wilderness. Well, not quite the wilderness but as close as I can reasonably get. A gravel road. A hiking trail. Mud. Trees. A creek to cross. So church was community then alone time. God in various aspects. In the … More mud, sweat and tears
Ms Debbie there’s dirt on your face Ash Wednesday was explained to some happily by me went to a church not my church but aren’t we all the church so what does it matter except some…well don’t don’t do and don’t do but today I did go with my friend and receive the ashes dust … More dirt
It’s not often I do this. But every once in a while, I become obsessed with some photo from the past or some card someone once gave me or some other item that, if it still exists, is buried deep within a box in my closet. And I begin searching. Rummaging. Trying with all my … More not often
I was reminded today. If the Church does what the Church was created to do. The neighborhood church. Open the door. Let a kid walk in. Read. Eat dinner or a snack. Listen. Teach a bit even if. Doesn’t matter if the decor looks like grandma’s. Doesn’t matter if the pastor is not a “jeans … More neighborhood church
I took my journal and headed downtown. Sanctuary. A word that means a place of safety. A place of refuge. On Sunday evening, it was the label of the church service I attended. I decided to forgo the service at my usual church of choice this last Sunday morning. I wanted to spend time with my son before … More sanctuary
I reminded myself today I live in the state of Kentucky because of religion. Due to the fact our family moved here a bit over 10 years ago to work in a church. And even way before that, in 1991, I moved here with my husband so he could attend Asbury Theological Seminary. If I’m honest, … More state of religion
This is the harshest January I remember. It’s beyond cold outside. The ground is covered in snow. Navigating the streets is not easy. More harsh weather is forecasted. Like the outdoor elements, I am cold myself. Figuratively freezing inside, like a brisk wind is blowing through my mind. Frazzled, feeling like something fragile that’s … More brisk
I have a grandma who stopped going to church, probably sometime around 1960 something. My grandpa continued without her. This went on for years, as in probably 30 or more. They finally moved to a different town and she got back into it. Not so happily, I imagine, but she went. At least she went … More My Children’s Church
I learned long ago not to share one’s emotions without considering first. In other words, give it some time. Make sure you’re ready to articulate your feelings. So I waited a week to post the following entry: Today I was angry. I’m not much of an angry person. I get upset, frustrated, disappointed. But usually, … More days of wine and rain
Upon a Sunny Day 