I had a lovely vision of how this Reading Week would go–an organized ballet of assignment completion, self-care, and chores. But lo, this vision now lies in ruin, for I have been visited by the Four Horseman of Grad School Scholarship.
Ever wonder what divine grace might look like to an 8-year-old?
I helped to design and lead today’s Eucharist service in Marquand Chapel. Together with some awesome collaborators and a willing congregation, we explored different meals in the gospels at which Jesus broke bread and gave thanks, offering brief homiletic moments about each of them. This one’s mine: On the shores of the Sea of Galilee, …
Disclaimer: EVERYTHING IS FINE. You’re about to read about one of Barnaby’s less-intelligent moments, and it’s important to know going in that he is just fine. He is his normal, happy, healthy self. That said, if stories about dogs encountering hurts upset you, then you should NOT read the following post. Really. It will just upset you, and for no good reason, because as I wrote before, BARNABY IS FINE.
We don’t change that lightbulb. Ethel Achanbach donated that lightbulb to the church in ’66. Are you holding an LED replacement, missy? Do you have a problem with incandescent?!
Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think that was YOUR Frisbee/log/yard/life?
The Canaanite woman knew that crumbs were enough. That there was so much abundance at God’s feast that even the dogs under the table would be satisfied.