Somewhere between broken and empty

It’s been a long three days. And when trying to name the exact feeling, that’s where I find myself. Somewhere between broken and empty. Over the last three days, the New Jersey Synod of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America … Read more

I no longer have a language

I love languages. I’ve always been fascinated by surprising connections from one language to another, and finding new ways to communicate is just something that gives me life. I can’t call myself a polyglot — someone who is fluent in … Read more

I need a sign. And a chart.

When I was growing up, my family had a dishwasher. We didn’t use it all the time (I’ll tell you stories about Grammy some other day), but with six humans living in one domicile, it was a helpful appliance when … Read more

I’m they, and them’s me

I’m not a poet. But during my second Master’s program, I wrote a pretty neat poem. It’s biblical, but also pushes the implicit gender we find in scripture. The first mechanic was replacing verses of divine summoning with “come out.” … Read more

And they said, “Come out”

And they said, “Why am I so favored, that the bearer of my Lord should come out to me?” Zechariax was filled with Holy Breath and broke out in song: “Bless the God of our ancestorx, because they have come … Read more