When the fragility of life comes and taps you on the shoulder in one unexpected diagnosis, gender doesn’t matter. When your marriage, your, family, or your career fall to pieces, gender doesn’t matter. When death and violence come and sit beside you in Bible study, gender doesn’t matter. When declining church membership and contributions overwhelm business …
I was recently at a Cooperative Baptist Fellowship event catching up with friends and explaining that I would be leaving Emmanuel. Although I don’t have the what’s next planned out yet, I am pursing full time pastorates. As I explained this, I saw the countenance on a couple of the faces change. I paused sensing there …
As we were talking about the SC primaries with our girls, I explained that I would be voting in the democratic primary the week they would be in Asheville with their mom. Our girls are 8 and 5 and both of them said I should vote for Hillary. I asked why, wanting to know what …
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Yesterday, I shared with Emmanuel Baptist Fellowship in Lexington, SC that we will be moving on after Easter. After a tearful reception following the morning service, the questions began to come in. Many of them were about whether we were moving or staying in the Columbia area. Most of them had the central theme of …
I was often asked as a child what I wanted to be when I grew up and even from an early age, I’m told, I answered, “I want to be a teacher, ” and coming from a big family that was always followed by, “and mommy.” I really think it had to do with my …
I was being interviewed this morning about the SC Primary and the changing landscape of religious and political affiliations in SC when the reporter asked me a question that I’ve been thinking on since this morning, “Do you think you could do more to bridge the gap between conservatives and progressives?” He was referring to the …
Last night, I made the sign of the cross on Ben’s head for the first time and uttered, “Ben, you are dust and to dust you shall return.” Ash Wednesday is always a powerful experience for me as a minister because it is a reminder of the work that God has done in creating life …
I sat in the pew preparing for the service: marking my hymns and making sure my phone was turned off. As the organ started, I stood with the rest of the congregation glancing ahead still nervous about the liturgical-style worship. The minister lead us in the Call to Worship, we sang another hymn, and sat …
I could feel the stare before I saw the eyes in the car next door leering at me. He gave a wide-mouthed grin and then a wink. Really? I thought to myself. He can’t even see me. If it wasn’t about looks, then what was the leering look about? And then it dawned on me. He …
As I got out of my car in the Walgreens, I heard the low whistle. I had already noticed the two men sitting in the van, but honestly I hadn’t thought twice about their attention. After being pregnant for nine months, I had forgotten what it was like to be whistled at and catcalled. I’m …
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