Open my eyes, that I may see


We’re trying something new at church today to help our congregation understand one another better, to realize the rich diversity in one another’s stories and to hear the ways God has been working through each one of us. For now, we are calling this time in worship, This is my story.

Today was my turn. I admit I didn’t know what to say. My dad was the guest preacher this morning and he used today’s lectionary from John 9:1-42 about the man who was born blind from birth. As I listened to him expound on the ways that we as a corporate body have sometimes become spiritually blind to the injustices we witness—and like the parents of the blind man, and the neighbors and Pharisees who were not willing to speak up and speak out that it was Jesus who healed this man, we as a community of faith sometimes do not have the courage to proclaim where we see the work of Christ in our lives and in the lives of those around us.

The story I shared went like this: Continue reading

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[not] all paths lead to ordination


This piece was written for the Pacific Northwest Conference of the UMC’s newsletter, Channels.

I’m in that sweet demographic that the United Methodist Church, and frankly, other mainline denominations want in their pews (and pulpits?): Under 35. Female. Ethnic minority. You could call me a triple threat, though I can’t take credit that I had anything to do with that.

Unlike many of the young adults who have decided the Church just isn’t relevant, I still go. Regularly. I even chair a committee and am involved in conference level leadership. I feel like I have a place in the church. Gasp. Yes, it may have started because I was the token young person of color, but that’s moot. The point is that I said “yes” to some of these invitations to participate in various committees, events and worship experiences growing up, and though the invitations may not have meant much to me then, the opportunities were formative in preparing me for where I feel God is leading me today, muddy as that path may feel.

I’m in my second quarter of seminary at Seattle Pacific University pursuing my Masters in Business and Applied Theology (grad degree #3)–though I can still be persuaded to go the M.Div. route. Yes, SPU had a graduate program in theology. And it’s solid. Ask me about it sometime. I’ll even buy you coffee to talk about it. Continue reading