The Altar of Her Life
When I worked in parish ministry, and still when I preside at weddings, I am often confused for someone else – the secretary, the photographer, the wedding planner, or a bridesmaid. I don’t mind. I don’t wear my priesthood on my sleeve. I grew up with men at the altar and it took me time…
It’s the time when the tendrils of the day are reeled in, when little bodies look for warm holes in which to burrow, and the sound of quiet replaces the din of chatter. That’s how I used to imagine bedtime with children. And sometimes, on a rare sleepy night, we come close. But often, especially…
“I always feel better about myself when I think of myself as a human before I think of myself as a woman,” she explains, “because there are expectations attached to being a girl or a woman that, when I remember that I’m just a person, really kind of fall away.” Tavi Gevinson, founder of Rookie,…
I occasionally stand at an Altar to call a community to gather. There we are invited to lay down our gifts, our stories, our lives. We consecrate bread and wine, asking Spirit to transform what seems dead into something living and new. When I stand at the Altar, life is held suspended in mid-air and…