Author: revmonica

I’m an ordained minister, but I’m not good at all that the life of ministry requires. I’m particularly embarrassed at how bad I am with hospital visitations. Early in my ministry career, I delighted when I put the clergy pass on my car’s dashboard and parked in the specially designated spot. Someone from the church…

I have a big cookie, I break it in two Some for me and some for you I’m sharing! When my sister was in pre-school, she learned this song. The last line about sharing was shouted in loud toddler glee. The short song is catchy—it was stuck in my head for hours after she sang…

Borders Book Stores are closing. It’s the end of an era. That’s a little melodramatic, I know, but I’ve got my reasons. Although Borders Books is known to most people as a large chain that could be found all over the country, it’s still a neighborhood store to me. I’m from Ann Arbor, Michigan, and what is…

I’m into new media. I have a website, Twitter account, four Facebook pages, a LinkedIn profile, an old-school Myspace page, and I’m thinking about adding Tumblr. I use my smartphone for GPS, finding restaurants, playing crossword puzzles, texting, emailing, and sometimes talking. I keep a separate iPod for music, photos, and different apps. I’m fairly…

Perhaps the story of Lot’s wife is a monument. Perhaps the pillar of salt is a testimony to the fact that sometimes a place calls your attention home. “I feel a strong spiritual pull to go back to the South.” These are the words of Deborah Brown as quoted in a recent New York Times…

“You have to believe in it. It won’t work if you don’t have some faith that it will work.” These are the words my friend said to me years ago when I realized I could no longer manage my depressive condition without medication. Friend to friend, depressive to depressive, minister to minister . . ….

I met my pastor on Facebook. I hate to admit that because I’m one of those people who only “friends” people who are actually my friends. I don’t care if we know 42 of the same people. If I don’t know you, we aren’t friends. We aren’t even associates. Not until we meet. Then (assuming we like…

I know that progressive Christianity is the new f-word for some Christians who don’t want all its associations. But I want it all. Many women know what it’s like to live with a label with varied understandings that may or may not indicate what she would say about herself. We call it “the f-word.” With…