Notes From A Seminary Student...Join me, mom of three, as I embark on a journey towards uncovering my vocation by asking hard questions about faith, life, church, and God, exploring answers, and being real about life's daily grind.
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Notes From A Seminary Student...Join me, mom of three, as I embark on a journey towards uncovering my vocation by asking hard questions about faith, life, church, and God, exploring answers, and being real about life's daily grind.
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Why didn’t God answer my prayers, about nightmares, and cancer? If God knows everything, why didn’t God do anything?
Is heaven real? Is hell? What do you think about evolution, mom?
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When I was a teenager, I had this dream every now and again. In the dream, I would be walking along the grimy streets of Puerto Ayacucho, a small Venezuelan town. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold it would be a merrier world.
I am a recovering natural health fanatic. I have followed a “coffee and gum” diet. I have restricted calories and implemented intermittent fasting. Shh… Listen closely.
Can you hear it? The heavy, faint but steady beat of the kettledrum as it rips a hole in the universe wide wide to allow the triumphant herald of the bugles? Sometimes, you’ll tune into a podcast, a sermon, a song, a poem or a story, and you will be surprised by tears. And as those tears wet your tender cheeks, you will realize you’ve been sad, sad, sad, for so very long.
These past weeks have been tough.
I wish I could say I was a really healthy, super disciplined person. The truth is, I fall somewhere close to the middle of the continuum between lazy, good-for-nothing and winner, winner, chicken dinner. O daughter Babylon, you devastator!
Happy shall they be who pay you back What you have done to us! Happy shall they be who take your little ones And dash them against the rock! -Psalm 137: 8-9 Backwards.
Rearwards. Back to front. In reverse. Toward the rear. Inverted. Guys. Life has never been stranger. |
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