Posts by Katie North


In the course of my life so far, I have developed and leaned into what Tish Harrison Warren calls “habits of adoration” in her chapter on sanctuary and savoring. God wired me with an eye for beauty and a heart tuned to wonder. My personality lends itself to delight, and if you know me well, you know that well. Whether it’s closing my eyes when I taste something delicious, or cheering aloud every time I see Mount Hood, or completely...

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The Church is one of my very favorite things about this wild, broken, beautiful faith of mine. I’ve treasured a quote from a theologian I follow on Twitter named Broderick Greer who said, “The Church isn’t ‘cute’ or ‘inspirational.’ It is the living, mangled, and risen Body of Christ.” It is a Body of people—real people with hearts and wounds and favorite colors and preferred sides of the bed. The Church is my family, my home. The...

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In this chapter of Liturgy of the Ordinary, Tish Harrison Warren writes about the ways of waiting by using traffic as an illustration. She says how, when we’re stuck in traffic on I-5 or 217, we are best reflecting our embodiment as people of faith—we’re on a journey to somewhere, with no control over God’s time. I hated that metaphor for the accuracy of it. That’s not just because I don’t like traffic (does anyone really?). It...

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This week’s chapter about email, blessing, and sending reminded me of my favorite saint and mystic—Brother Lawrence. Born in the seventeenth century in France, Brother Lawrence was a Benedictine monk who lived and worked in a monastery in the kitchen and as a sandal maker for most of his life after sustaining an injury in the Thirty Years War. The main theme in his life was practicing the presence of God. This means that in whatever...

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I like to think that I’m a “peacemaker.” I live my life in hopes of creating and keeping peaceful, beautiful, sacred spaces for and around my relationships. I want to make people feel safe to speak with me—to share their stories and lives. I want to be an empathetic listener, for I believe that it is through less speaking and more listening that the world’s hurts will be healed. However, I fall short of my goals more often than I...

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I haven’t had the best relationship with food. I actually don’t love talking about it, because food and body image have been a source of anxiety and shame for me. The worst part about recovering from disordered eating is that unlike drugs or alcohol, you can’t just quit eating. Though I’ve done my work in counseling and with a nutritionist to rehabilitate my relationship with food, this chapter in Liturgy of the Ordinary was a holy...

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I have a small tattoo on the inside of my left wrist. It is a word, inked in white letters written by the hand of a friend, that reads, “worship.” I chose that word because of a poem crafted by a brilliant artist named Anis Mojgani. The line from the poem says, Walk through this with me, into this house of bone and blood. It is a church, and every movement we make is worship. I have had a tough time living into the sentiment of that...

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This week’s chapter from Liturgy of the Ordinary by Tish Warren has a title I was excited to write about: “Making the Bed.” Before I read it, I thought I could use this space to talk about how I got a set of new bedding that makes me feel like a grown up, and how the habit of making my bed does help me feel more organized and confident as I go about my day. Then I read the chapter. My hopeful (and a little self-righteous) expectations...

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I recently set a goal with one of my closest people to start waking up at 6AM every day. We’re on our second week of this new practice, and it is tough. My alarm clock screams over the whispers of the gentle Oregon rain outside my window and dredges me up from beneath my layers and layers of sleep. Once my consciousness is finally on the surface again (and I’m past the steady stream of “Nope. Nope. Nope” as my first intelligible...

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