So, I’m back after about a week in Florida at the AG Bell conference. It was a great time: I learned quite a bit, had some fun, saw some former teachers/students, and spent a lot of money on hotel food. There were no protesters at the conference (disappointing, I know) because the conference was completely [...]
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back like scoliosis
Posted in discernment, reviews, vacation or something like it on June 28, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
confirmation weekend, part one
Posted in confirmation, cupcakes, reviews, vacation or something like it on May 10, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
So, about this confirmation weekend thing. D came up late Friday night and after obtaining late-night munchies, we made the team decision to head to IHOP. Not the pancakes IHOP, the prayer IHOP. About this time I notice my stomach is a little off, but that’s not too unusual for me. Anyway, the idea of [...]
women in the church’s ministry
Posted in books, discernment, reviews, SNOW DAY, weird dreams on January 7, 2010 | 1 Comment »
I just finished reading Women in the Church’s Ministry: A Test-Case for Biblical Hermeneutics by R.T. France. My immediate priest lent it to me so that I can be better prepared to defend myself when my conservative-evangelical family says “Well, women can’t be ordained ministers…” They haven’t said it yet, but if you know my [...]
o gracious light
Posted in current loves, daily office, reviews on January 3, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I think I’ve fallen in love with Phos Hilaron. That ancient hymn you sing/recite before the Psalm(s) in Evening Prayer. I’ve heard it’s just beautiful when sung but seeing as I only have Evening Prayer by myself and I have yet to make it to Evensong (I am still a little upset at myself that [...]
why i became a priest
Posted in books, discernment, reviews on December 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I just finished reading Why I Became a Priest edited by George L. Kane. I’ll admit that I began reading it about a week ago at my mother’s house after I informed my family of my intention to discern a call to the priesthood and my mother’s subsequent embracing of denial. Maybe it was or [...]
