Some days it’s hard to be Lutheran. It seems like nobody’s getting along, nobody’s listening, nobody really wants to dialogue anyway. It’s on those days that I pull out two folders, one in my email and one hard copy, both aptly titled, “Bad Days.” I keep a lot of different notes in them, some from pastors and professors, some from my family and my BFF, … Continue reading rough

I may have not been the greatest in gymnastics as a child, and I may have cheated at math. I may have been a little chubby, and I might have had crazy frizzy hair. But it all pales in comparison to my theology at age 5 . . . which was way, way worse. Continue reading ay yi yi

While at CTS, I took a class with a fellow student who was a nurse, quiet but incredibly insightful. One particular day, we talked about how a Christian can comfort a bereaving family or a person who’s just found out he’s dying. She may not have realized it, but on that day, in particular, she was a wealth of information for those of us whose … Continue reading in our suffering