Musings on Faith, Culture and ADHD
Early this morning, I woke up with a thought in my head: Why do people hate me? I know that not everyone hates me. But I know that in the recent past I've encounter people in my worklife who are furious with me on one matter or another. Having autism means that work is already... Continue Reading →
It's funny how a number mean so much. Ever since I turned 50 last October, I've been wondering if I am where I should be. What I mean is, am I doing serious work for serious pay? Am I even acting like a serious adult? I've been dealing with those questions a lot over the... Continue Reading →
Why is it in American society in the 21st Century, work is viewed as a prize for the most talented?
I'm going to wear the mask because when we wonder if Jesus would wear a mask, all I need to do is look to Philippians to know the answer.
Comfort is great when it comes to food. When it comes to churches? Not so much.
Dear Friends and Family of First Christian Church of St. Paul: Last week in the immediate aftermath of the killing of George Floyd I decided to go for a walk. We live in North Minneapolis. It was a nice sunny day, perfect day for a walk. "Be careful," my husband Daniel said as I left.... Continue Reading →
Race relations are better than they were 60 years ago. Ahmaud Arbery reminds us all there is still more to be done to combat racism.
How important is going to church for you? What would you do to be able to go to worship? Would you kill someone for it? Christian worship is a big deal. At our last in-person gathering on March 11 which happened to be a Bible Study, we learned about why going to church matters. In... Continue Reading →
Since there isn't a lot to do in these days of COVID, my husband Daniel and I went for a walk Sunday. We walked up and down one of Minneapolis' many parkways. We were walking back towards our car and past a number of houses on the parkway. Maybe a block or two from our... Continue Reading →
It's not the end of the world, but the end a world. It's the end of the world we used to know and it feels like...death. We are buried.
The Clockwork Pastor 