The Pastoral is Political: War Is Not Healthy

Do you remember seeing the Vietnam-War-era poster with the words “War is not healthy for children and other living things”? I was in elementary school when the United States ended the Vietnam conflict, but I still remember that poster with the sunflower on it, popularized by the group Another Mother for Peace. In the past… Read More

The Pastoral is Political

Another Coming Out For people who identify as lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans, or queer (LGBTQ+), “coming out,” or identifying consciously as LGBTQ+, whether to themselves or another, is both a rite of passage and a continuous process. It’s never over, since while a person may be “out” to family, friends, church, and work, every new… Read More

The Pastoral is Political: Pain Is Real

Pain is real. As someone who has dealt with endometriosis and other autoimmune issues, I can attest that daily distracting body pains are part of my existence.   I’ve been extremely fortunate.  While I’ve had some doctors brush off my pain, telling me that an anti-depressant will help with the pain (it didn’t), my pain was… Read More

The Pastor Is Political: Mother’s Day Edition

Ah, Mother’s Day. Another holiday of banal Hallmark cards, rushing to send flowers and gifts, of handing out red and white carnations (red if your mother is alive, white if she’s dead, or is it the other way around?), of asking our mothers in the congregation to stand. In this more-than-one-year pandemic, motherhood is more… Read More

The Pastoral Is Political: Doing Our Best to Breathe

I realized something as I watched the Derek Chauvin trial last week, while simultaneously preparing for Holy Week messages. George Floyd’s death had something in common with the death of Jesus Christ. First, both were executed by their government, or by select individuals acting on behalf of their government, anyway. Another similarity, which I could… Read More

The pastor is political: global citizens

I had just started taking a weekly training online when Covid-19 shut down the entire world. It was a small group of people who gathered on Thursdays to learn to mentor coach, and I was the only student born in the United States. My classmates dialed in from China, India, Belgium, and Atlanta, Georgia. As… Read More