Standing Wedged
Standing on the edge afraid to step off to not look back and leave behind what I know. Standing on the ledge excited to step out to look forward and expand what I know. Standing wedged in between who I am who I will be.
Religion
Restless Spirit
I am a runner. I can say that now that I have run in a number of races and completed two half marathons. Notice I didn’t use an adjective to describe what kind of runner I am. I didn’t say good or fast, but rather just said I am a runner. I have a nice …
Creature Comforts
When I was young, I had a blanket that I took everywhere with me. I use the term blanket loosely. In reality, it was a full length silk nightgown. I called it my night night because I had to have to go night night. Pretty clever, right? My night night and I were inseparable. I …
A Bouquet of Sharpened Pencils
I heard the last squeals of summer from the kids at the pool today. It reminded me of how strange it is to not be at the store frantically buying composition books and folders. I’ve just received my acceptance to Gardner-Webb Divinity School! I am going back to school this fall and will be the …
Church Hopping
I am a church hopper. I almost never at the same church on Sunday morning. I want to see and get a glimpse of the different communities that are a part of Greenville. I also am extremely interesteed to visit a church when I know people who go there. I like to experience what they …
Christianity Isn’t Target Practice
In cleaning out my inbox, I found this clip from high school. I can’t quite remember what this was for, but I think it was a Sunday School curriculum. Beyond being embarrassed by my southern twang and my clothing decisions, I was embarrassed with how similar my flawed theology resembles the conversations in public schools …
Jesus Doesn’t Fit in an O-chart
Here is my first podcast… MeriannaCast 1 A few of my thoughts about the dangers of business model infiltrating the church.
The few
On Southwest flights, there are no seat assignments. You board and find your seat. On one flight, the stewardess asked if a few people would be willing to volunteer to move so that a family of four could sit together. No one offered. She offered free adult beverages. Hands went up all over the place. …
Merianna’s Search for Meaning
I am reading Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning. I am fascinated with his voice and the way that he invites his readers into the hearts and minds of concentration camp prisoners. It serves as a good kick in the pants to my incessant whining about the amazingly easy life that I lead. He reflects, “We …
There’s nothing like the real thing
I am a Southern girl, born and raised. I grew up on sweet tea, bbq, and macaroni and cheese. At some point in high school, I started worrying about the caloric intake of each glass of sweet tea. I still wanted the taste of sweet tea without the calories, so I started to use a …