abandoned

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

dirt

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

not often

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

neighborhood church

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

sanctuary

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

state of religion

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