Sacred Everyday

Reading through ‘The Liturgy of the Ordinary’ as a congregation.


A bookstore (not just any bookstore…one with a good news stand) is where I feel the “Peace of the city” that Jeremiah mentions in 29.7. And yet, it’s in the bookstore where I come face to face with my responsibilities; the ones of which I fall short: curiosity, activism. My bumper sticker says “FREADOM”. If you don’t read, you ain’t free. I don’t read, not enough. But when I am in a bookstore I know there is hope for a better...

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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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Our bedroom door in our last house, the house where we raised our girls to adulthood, had cracks shivering up the plaster.  Those cracks came from a particularly furious fight between my  wife and me.  I don’t remember the specifics but given the timeframe, I’m sure it was about how were we going to pay for college, or our usual fight about discipline and boundaries (me) vs. love and nurture (her), but at bottom most of...

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You may be aware that sometimes people are unhappy or don’t like everything going on at church. A popular way of talking about conflict styles is to break them up into 3 categories: Flight Fright Fight I’m always surprised at the fairly even distribution of these 3 responses in any group. It makes sense why conflict is so difficult – because we respond to it in so many different ways. It is important that we handle...

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Last week our Sunday conversation centered around two questions: What is your favorite ‘special’ meal for big occasions? What is your most common meal in a month? I loved the enthusiasm of the answers and the passion around food. It plays such an important role in our life. I then asked if anyone’s favorite meal was ‘leftovers’.  It was not. Leftovers are one of those things that get taken for granted....

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When I was a pre-teen, it became a singular delight to accompany my mom to bridal and baby showers, to take part, even if just perched on the floor by my mom’s chair with a cup of sherbet punch balanced in my lap, in these rituals of womanhood. At one wedding shower, instead of the regular games, the organizer asked all the married women to bestow on the bride-to-be one bit of wisdom that would help her through her marriage. I don’t...

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I LOVE food! I love to cook! I love to eat! I love all kinds of food from Mexican to Chinese to leftovers to Italian!  There is virtually no food that I don’t like. I just don’t appreciate it. I inhale my food. A couple weeks ago I wrote about my estrangement from my body. My belly is a testament to that estrangement. I have a habit of taking large bites, one or two chews and a swallow, eager to shove in the next bite. Last Christmas...

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This I believe: Food is medicine and you are what you eat. This makes my personal menu a sacred document. God help my unbelief. I don’t always stick to the menu. I am made up of everything I’ve been exposed to and my cells replace themselves all the time. Habits and Renewal … there is hope for me after all. I’m not sure any of us kids were “planned”. We were the boomers that came after the bombs; the TV dinner generation....

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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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My blog post a couple of weeks ago (Repentance is so hard!) was probably a better fit for this week’s topic of “lost keys” (mine was a lost Fitbit), but my point at that time was the revelation of unconscious ritual. In that entry I revealed how hard it is to replace unconscious habits with conscious practices that serve to remind us that we are living in the presence of the Divine. So this week, I want to take a different tack: God...

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