Tag: Sabbath

Discovering Sabbath In My Mother’s Hospice Room

Discovering Sabbath In My Mother’s Hospice Room

My mother was a staunch observer of sabbath. It took her death for me to appreciate why. Read my latest for The Christian Century.

The Science of Sabbath: How Rest Helps Us Live Well in a Non-Stop World

The Science of Sabbath: How Rest Helps Us Live Well in a Non-Stop World

I recently spoke with Emily McFarlen Miller, Religion News Service reporter about sabbath. It had been a hectic Friday. By the time she and I chatted late afternoon, I’d already taught a 6:00 a.m. YMCA Barre class, two college courses, attended meetings, and prepped to lead a 

Diligent Sabbath: Lessons in Going Deeper as We Go Wider

Diligent Sabbath: Lessons in Going Deeper as We Go Wider

I continue to be grateful for the ways in which readers are using For Sabbath’s Sake as a return to and re-envisioning of modern sabbath-keeping. In her recent piece for Mennonite World Review, my friend and Christian Century editor, Celeste Kennel-Shank, describes what we—and the church—must embrace 

Gimme Sabbath: How an Ancient Practice Heals Modern Woes

Gimme Sabbath: How an Ancient Practice Heals Modern Woes

This article preview comes from a piece I wrote for the October editor of devozine. Click here to read the full piece. When autumn sets in I am confronted with a new reality. Gone are the long days of summer with their permission for sun lounging 

When Your Dreams Do Come True: Reflections on Five Years as an Author

When Your Dreams Do Come True: Reflections on Five Years as an Author

I’m speechless. Well, sort of. Y’all know that can’t be totally true, because it’s hard to get me to shut up. But today, October 1, 2018, five years after the release of my interfaith memoir Saffron Cross: The Unlikely Story of a How a Christian Minister Married 

The First Year After Mom’s Death: How These Rituals Helped Me Navigate Grief and Loss

The First Year After Mom’s Death: How These Rituals Helped Me Navigate Grief and Loss

My mother died one year ago today. I still remember our first evening without her in the world. Fred, Ron, and I rode through downtown Raleigh with the windows down, and I thought: She’ll never hear the sounds of August again—the cicadas’ song that tell us