the post calvin

Go Forth

No one actually protests my ordination or calling; no one says I do not belong. This isn’t the case for some women in certain denominational spaces.

After all, wounds weep before they’re healed.

I was tired. I was also tired of myself. So I started class with a poem.

There are many white people in Grand Rapids, and gossiping about dog breeds is, I guess, what we do.

Let’s Greek out, y’all.

“Fine. How about a chicken?”

I don’t believe in ghosts. I do believe that wicked work cannot be hidden.

I will have you know that you all used to be one of my favorite animals.

One of the things about moving around a lot is that people start to ask you, “Does it feel like home?”

An unexpected call, just before the exam starts. A worried glance down at a phone, a quick “excuse me.”