Sacred Everyday

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


My brokenness is something that I have intentionally made elusive in my mind. It’s not that I fool myself into believing that I am not broken, or that I put on a facade where I present myself as being “good,” but rather it is because of my own awareness of my brokenness and my fear of being vulnerable.   The sense of feeling my weaknesses, my shortcomings, my pride and my greed exposed and known terrifies me. I live in a constant fear...

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Nearly every day I am with people who know me and forgive me. What a joyful feeling that is for someone who is a recovering open-mouth-insert-foot sufferer. I am in constant danger of thinking out loud and forgetting boundaries. There is a faux pas resting on my lips always waiting to burst out. Ta-Da! Here is one of my daily confessions: I happily live alone. No, I live beyond alone. I live in peace and solitude: this glorious space...

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I don’t like losing my keys. Not because of the inconvenience, or being late, or turning over every leaf and cushion to find them. I don’t like losing my keys because of what it exposes in me.   Normally I am a fairly competent, thoughtful, productive, spiritual, kind, and generally easy-going person. When I lose my keys, those attributes are in a danger of being exposed as a façade. I am afraid that all of those good things...

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“Last week, I met Shawnessey for a tour of the Botanical Garden. When I arrived, she was sitting out front with a wheelchair for me. Since I hadn’t seen the garden before, she wanted me to experience the whole of it without getting too tired to enjoy it. The wheelchair was a blessing because, honestly, just getting myself ready and to the garden that day had worn me out. I willingly submitted to riding and was quiet for the...

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This thing keeps following me around. Everywhere I go, there it is. Every time I look in a mirror I am startled to see it, right there, this stranger looking back at me. This stranger is, of course, my body. I’ve been estranged from my body for most of my life. I didn’t do many sports as a kid.  My mother eventually gave up on piano lessons for me. When I tried joining a drumming circle in the 90’s it was readily apparent that I had...

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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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In this week’s chapter of the Liturgy of the Ordinary, Tish Warren talks about the quotidian tasks that make up our every day.  When we fight back against our daily decline — be it vanity, or health, or just habit much of our daily life is spent just attempting to reverse the entropy of existence.   She starts with the act of brushing teeth.  How that simple task is so menial and far removed from the call of the spirit....

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Many of us have been sold a bad brand of Christianity. It has something faulty at its core and produces something very harmful in the end. The core problem is that your ‘spirit’ is the really important thing. Your mind is the next most important thing. In distant third is your body. At best, it is inconsequential to your spiritual journey. At worst, your body is harmful or dangerous and must be guarded against. So much of modern...

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“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” – Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maude Montgomery   In chapter two of Liturgy of the Ordinary, Tish Harrison Warren writes, “The crucible of our formation is the monotony of our daily routines.” In chapter one, she quotes Annie Dillard: “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” Does the truth of these ideas make anyone else...

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A couple of weeks ago I misplaced my Fitbit. I was in a bit of a panic — how would I know how many steps I’d taken?  How would I know the quality of my sleep? How would I monitor my heart rate? It took me a couple of days to recall that I’d taken it off in a pub after Wednesday Bible Study(!). With a sigh of relief, I got it back. Last week Pastor Bo challenged us to not use any electronics for an hour or two after we get up in the...

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