An Unfinished Symphony
Faith. Life. Family. Cats. And Chocolate. Always Chocolate!
Category: calling
10 years ago… An Ordination Happened!
Ten years ago, I was ordained as a minister of the Gospel in a nondenominational church. For many years before that, I was serving in pastoral roles, but was not given the recognition of the title, “pastor.” Some of us, like yours truly, take…
A birthday present
As an ally, pastor, mom, woman, and advocate, here’s my birthday wish for all those who are abused, ignored, and abandoned, and are still fighting for justice: with all my love, Deb
The Rock Piles of Ministry: Who Knew?
Behold. A rock pile. Not just any rock pile. Oh, no! It’s taken years to get this pile of rocks. There was a decent start to the pile when we moved in 22 years ago. As I dug new garden beds, I’d find…
Christmas in the Emergency Department
I have to be honest. This pastor’s Christmas joy was a little flat this year. But inspire of how I felt, there was a lot of joy in the middle of the mess. This Advent opened in a true Spirit of anticipation. I was aware…
Wondering Woman
It’s Saturday. I have laundry to do, correspondence to send out, books to read and a sermon to write. I also have a head-pounding allergy headache. And what I really want to do is nap. Or garden. Mostly I’m just wondering how I’m going…
Crossposting: Why I Need RevGalBlogPals
Note: This is a reposting and expanded version of a Facebook post on a private page. It retells some of my own story to ordained ministry. (If you’re a regular blog reader, you can move on now…) I share this story because RevGalBlogPals is a…
I have no words…
I have no words to share what’s on my heart. I have only tears and prayers, and the promise that You, O Lord, will walk through this valley with me. I have no wisdom to give in this place of grief. I have only…
When less than perfect is… perfect!
My travels today took me all over suburbia, from the newest neighborhoods with massive custom homes to the post-World War 2 bungalows. In the outer ‘burbs, there are many places where the agricultural community lives side-by-side with modern amenities. Driving on one back road, I chuckled…
A scattered congregation
When people first find out I’m a pastor, they always ask about my congregation. I never know what to say… First off they aren’t “mine.” And secondly, my congregation is unusual. They don’t know each other. They are hospice patients, their families and their…
Refugees and “compassion fatigue”
Because of the nature of my work (hospice chaplain) I must constantly wrestle with “compassion fatigue.” It is far too easy to be disengaged after a day of walking with those who are in an end-of-life scenario. I screw it up all the time……
Healing Rain
Healing rain is coming down It’s coming nearer to this old town Rich and poor, weak and strong It’s bringing mercy, it won’t be long Healing rain is coming down It’s coming closer to the lost and found Tears of joy, and tears of…
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