John 1:43-51 43 The next day Jesus decided to go to Galilee. He found Philip and said to him, ‘Follow me.’ 44Now Philip was from Bethsaida, the city of Andrew and Peter. 45Philip found Nathanael and said to him, ‘We have found him about whom Moses in the law and also the prophets wrote, Jesus … Continue reading Jesus, Nathanael, and Dining Alone.
The other day, while filling my car with gas and squeegee-ing the windshields, I had a flashback to a time in my life when I was doing this even more frequently. A time when there were more trips to the gas station and more dead bugs to remove from the glass. I was a … Continue reading Gassing Up
Last week I received a crinkly, velum envelope from my seminary containing what I suspected was a devotional booklet for the season of Lent. My prediction was close. Instead of a resource with daily readings by students, faculty, staff and alumni, this year the faculty of Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary put together a journal with … Continue reading Joy & Sadness in Lent
This morning began with some classic Kendra-isms: running late to drop kids off at day care, running late to meet a friend for coffee, and leaving behind a messy house to deal with later. So when I ordered my fru fru Dirty Soy Chai at Dunn Brothers, I chastised myself: ‘Well, what a way to start Lent.’ But … Continue reading Ash Wednesday.
There’s this intriguing question in Generation to Generation: Family Process in Church and Synagogue by Edward Friedman. The question is my title for this post: Who Ordained You? I was ordained to Christian Ministry by the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in Lawrence, Kansas on May 20, 2012 and the ceremony was held at the … Continue reading Who Ordained You?
Several months ago, I wrote a poem about being a shitty feminist. It was funny, and I often resort to humor when I’m sorting out a complex issue. As a young Seminarian I was proud to earn my theological education from an institution that had as many female students as male and represented a denomination that … Continue reading What Kind of Feminist? (Take Two)
This morning I looked in the mirror and I saw my first clergy mentor, Catherine Putnam-Netto. Not because she was looking back at me from some Snow White mirror of sorcery, but because I was dressed like her; wearing colorful cropped jeans and a grey boatneck top with white stripes. The resemblance was so … Continue reading Mentors and Mirrors