Grace Upon Grace

I hate days that make me recognize my own ignorance. This whole transparency crap is good, but on days when I feel like an idiot, I want nothing to do with it. Apparently I'm too hopeful and not critical enough, except when it comes to the criticism of myself; then I can't stop being critical. Sometimes I wish I weren't so relationally focused so I could actually understand what's going on in theological, philosophical conversations. I've always had this problem and people look at me like I'm stupid when I tell them I don't understand. I get so upset with myself because I honestly can't think past a certain point. I need people to break it down for me.....and I'm call to be a minister? How does that work? Aren't you supposed to understand theology and philosophy? What does that say about someone who doesn't understand so easily? I thought I was done with feeling this way. When I graduated college, I thought those feelings of inadeq...

With every intention of immediately coming home after the service to make up for my Saturday laziness, my plans changed after a mere mentioning of one word: holocaust. The spanish speaking congregation, El Renuevo, invited our church to come hear their guest speaker who was a holocaust survivor. First of all, anything dealing with that moment in history is intriguing to me for several reasons. So, as soon as I heard the announcement, I began changing all of my plans for the day. After the first service, Ton and I ventured out for some caffeine rejuvenation and to just chat. We went our separate ways and I then pulled into the church parking lot. I told myself, don't be surprised when you're the only white girl here. As soon as I said that, my friend Allison was walking in. Familiarity is nice, especially when you don't anticipate it. We walked in and the sanctuary was filled with so many faces I never had the opportunity of meeting. I had previously met a few peop...