Failing to Write
The bottom line, though, is that I failed at this assignment.
The bottom line, though, is that I failed at this assignment.
I wonder, sometimes, if you feel forgotten. After all, I did not become an English professor, as I once thought I might.
When I hear someone say they don’t really pray, or that prayer is boring—both lines I have used—my first instinct is to question how they pray.
I would even go so far as to say that tidying, a good spring cleaning that freshens any staleness that has settled in over a long winter, can be a spiritual practice.
…while remembering that we are dust is meant to be striking and a bit uncomfortable, I’m confident that no one wants to remember being “butt dust.”
I went to Denmark. For my first trip to Scandinavia. In January.
Drink water. Preferably every day. Make your bed…at least once a week.
I have used my extensive knowledge of the genre to rank them in order based on the covers and (occasionally) cover copy.
I will be at church at midnight on Christmas, because that’s my job now. I’ve surrounded myself with tradition and ritual, and I feel right at home.
It is up to the reader to decide which story is true—or if not to determine truth, at least to decide which is the story they will believe.
1. Look up the passages you’ll be preaching on and read them.
Do you suffer from English Major Guilt? While I am in recovery, this pernicious disease will still raise its head from time to time.
People know that collar = priest. Seeing a twenty-something woman in a collar is something of an anomaly.
I think Jesus would watch Christian Mingle The Movie with me, and would snort and groan and make snarky commentary in all the right places.
I know several people who met online and then made up a meet cute to tell friends and family. There’s less of a stigma around meeting online today, but it’s still not considered especially romantic.
I got the syllabus, and I saw something new: forty percent of my final grade in the class is “social media impact.”
There was definitely no dancing, underage drinking, etc. And the truth is, even if the setting was different, I’m more Rory and Paris than Madeleine and Louise. Pizza and The Power of Myth sounds way better than staying out late dancing and drinking… or whatever it is people do on spring break.
You do not get anything frozen, because your refrigerator sits under your counter, and the “freezer” area of it does not actually freeze anything.
Yup, definitely melting my brain. Totally worth it, though—and my cold is almost gone! It’s like they say: television really is the best medicine.
“I think Advent is my favorite season, but by the time I’ve finished all of the work and grading, Christmas is here and I never really got to enjoy it.”
Somehow, though, moving to a place like NYC made me realize, perhaps for the first time, just how much there is to love about Middle America.
Before New York, having an umbrella blow inside out was a fluke, something astonishing that might happen in really bad weather. Mainly something that happened in cartoons or Mary Poppins.
Even though I said last semester that I was going to cut all my extracurriculars to make time for some of my own projects, I didn’t actually manage to quit anything
I think that is because our true home is with God, and we will never feel completely at home until we are with God. This is “heaven” to me—the ultimate homecoming.
Part of the problem for me, I realized, was that I don’t listen for God’s voice verbally. I don’t expect to have a conversation with God in this way.
No human is purely hero or purely villain, and I think most of us would agree that the very best stories reflect this complexity, this beautiful mess.
I think what fascinates me about windows is the same thing that’s always drawn me to books—all the stories and worlds that are playing out in addition to my own.
The whole idea of resurrection is something of a mossy mystery—thinking about what it means for the Christian faith and, especially, what it means for how we live today.
The one group I did join pretty quickly was the Guild of Chimers, which is possibly the lowest-commitment group on campus.
I’m three days into the semester, and I’m dreading the day my academic load catches up with me and I can’t sit down and enjoy some crime at the end of the day.