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February 22, 2017

On Sunday morning I will get on a plane and travel to Moscow, Russia, to participate in a World Mission Initiative (WMI) Short Term Mission Experience.

This week as I prepare for my trip a lot of people have inquired about my mental state. Aren't you scared to travel to Russia during the Trump administration? Isn't it the dead of winter in Russia right now, how will you stay warm? Why would you go to Russ...

February 1, 2017

I received several Facebook messages from concerned friends and colleagues this week telling me that they are "praying for me." Confused, I inquired what the additional prayers were for. "Well, you have to preach this week," they responded "and this is your week to speak truth to power. To use your prophetic preaching voice!"

After reading their responses, I was even more confused. Here I thought I w...

January 19, 2017

Today is Steeler Day at Mt. Nebo Preschool. As I was eating my breakfast this morning, in the black dress, and gold necklace, I had planned to wear today, my sister said, "You cannot wear that on Steeler Day. Here, borrow one of my t-shirts."

I showed up in the office today wearing a black "Pittsburgh Stairway to Seven" t-shirt, and jeans. I fit right in with the kiddos. But as I settled myself into my de...

January 12, 2017

Do you ever wonder where your pastor is when she is not in her office? If she is a Presbyterian pastor, then 7 out of10 times, if she is not in her office, she is in a meeting.

She could be meeting with the sick, the homebound, or those going through difficult life transitions. She could be meeting with an insurance agent, a preschool teacher, or one of the saints taking down the Christmas tree....

January 4, 2017

"Pastor, We Can't Hear You!" 

This was said by a lovely, elderly, congregant about halfway through the announcements during worship last Sunday.

"What do you mean you can't hear me?" 

I asked. Loudly. Into the pulpit mic.

"I don't think your microphone is working?!"

She shouted back.

"Crap."

I muttered to myself under my breath. Raw panic started to set in. The kind that begins in your belly and travels to y...