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400!!

On July 11, 2007, I started this blog.

This is now my 400th post.

There have been a lot of words under the bridge since that day.

There's this post about rape in marriage that got me on local television and a mention in the national news: Yelling in My Head. That's actually my most popular post of all time.

There are many sermons posted with two reader favorites being: My Brother, Thomas and Choose This Day.

The first is actually about the intersection of faith and doubt. The second one rhymes!

There are posts that were read around the world: Is God Visible in You?

And posts that were an out-pouring of grief: Jesus Will Not Be Pimped.

I went through two long period of not posting, once after my son was born and once after my daughter was born. (Surprise.)

Through blogging, I found (and then met) the amazing RevGalBlogPals. I'm now on the board!

Through my writing here, I was published in the Abingdon Creative Preaching Annual 2014 and will be soon in the 2015 edition. I'm working on my submission for 2016!

On occasion, I've felt paralyzed by writer's block. As I have worked to post each day this month, I remember what real work it is to write. I am comforted by the words of my friend Heidi Rodrick-Schnaath: Not every sermon can be a home run. It's best to hit a solid double than to strike out swinging for the fence.

 Blogging has to follow that rule (in fact, most of pastoring does). Daily, I'm just trying to get on base with the discipline of commentary, reflection, or inspiration.

If you've been a part of this work so far, thank you for sticking with it. (I see you, Ted, Diana, Martha, Heidi,  Julie, Teri, Gena, Gloria, Emmily…)

If most of our cells regenerate over the course of seven years, then I'm almost a completely different person than I was in July 2007. Most of the time it feels that way. Yet, still… I write.


Holy Parent, You are the Word of Life and Love. I have come this far by faith- by Your faithfulness to me because of Who and What You are. I dare to ask for you to continue to strengthen and inspire me. Allow me to hear your words. Do not let me fall from the Way, the Truth, or the Life. Amen. 

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