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Embracing the Body :: a guest post by Tara M. Owens

Tara and I spent a wonderful lunch together in Denver over a year ago and, yes, we totally talked about Doctor Who. But she also poured out her dream and her process for this very book. It was a long road to see it come to light and I believe it’s a powerful book for our time.

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Tara is a marvellous woman: trust worthy, strong. If I had a spiritual director, I’d want her to be someone like Tara. Considering the damaging theology that some espouse, claiming that our souls or minds are more important or more spiritual than our bodies, this book seeks to reclaim the body in Christian theology, language, and practice. Wise, erudite, loving and tender, Embracing the Body will bring true healing and wholeness to our theology of our physical bodies as a church. Tara Owens is the perfect guide for this holy journey. I’m excited to introduce you to this book and also give away two copies!

Bristled. Burnished and brown. Baby-soft. With each cheek, I pressed my lips in deeper. With each person I became a little bolder. I looked into eyes shining with hope, heads bowed with heaviness. I wrapped my arms around those who were weary. I stood in tip-toed excitement to receive each one.

Earlier that morning, I was conscripted, deputized as a makeshift monk. In this community of artists and wanderers that I had called home for the week, I was asked to be a stand in for the holy. I listened carefully as our chaplain explained what I was to do. In a blessing of these who bring beauty into the world, each would approach with a request. In the manner of the pilgrims to the Greek Mount Athos, also known as the Holy Mountain, on approaching a monk, the traveler would call out, “Bless me.” In return, I would acknowledge what already is—that they are chosen and called by God—by responding, “The LORD blesses you.”

“Then,” my chaplain said, “we will kiss them.”

I struggle to find words for the joy that sang through me on hearing those words. The surge of delight I felt was disproportionate, sudden and thrilling. While I recognize that most people, when faced with the prospect of kissing the cheeks of more than fifty near-strangers, would not be filled with excitement, I’ve been thinking, teaching, wrestling with and writing about the wonder of embodiment for more than six years.

In today’s context, we’re rarely given the opportunity to touch others in blessing, let alone get close enough to kiss them. But the act of embodying love, of reaching out of our imperfect, sweaty, awkward humanity to touch the trembling, holy, grace-infused stuff of another is a place of sacrament. As I touch you with my lips, I give form to love. As I lean close to bless, we insist together on the holiness of creation—even as we feel and know its limitations and vulnerabilities.

I’ve blessed people with oil before, marking them gently with the sign of the cross. I’ve rested hands on bowed heads, pressed my palm over a heart. I’ve supported cupped hands as they asked for God to fill them with His love. Until this particular day, I’d never kissed others in blessing, only in greeting, and then only with the anxious fumble of one who grew up in a culture devoid of these ritual greetings. Do I kiss once? Twice? Three times? I never know.

But now I am the moment’s monk. As each artist, each pilgrim comes with their brave petition—Bless me—and I unconsciously move toward them, grasping their shoulders, holding them in the surety of grace—The LORD blesses you—I am the one kissed by love.

Assured of our common humanity, the tenderness of skin and lips and hope and blessing, I have embodied Christ, watched Him spill out of others and into me. I have fallen in love again and again with each face, and the kissing has become a needful thing, something that is right and good and true. It is a reversal of Judas’s betrayal, and embodiment of not my will but thine be done, and a release into all that they are and all that I am and all that God is in and between and through us.

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This is how we begin to create community with our bodies. Not with kissing (although there is great wisdom to be gained in reflecting on Paul’s suggestion to greet one another with a holy kiss—Rom. 16:15, 1 Cor. 16:20, 2 Cor. 13:21, 1 Thess 5:25, 1 Peter 5:14), but with an attentive awareness of the tenderness of our very selves, the softness of flesh, the hope of movements toward redemption, the aching flaws of bodies that age and ail.

What would it mean to attend to one another’s bodies as if they were our own to receive and bless? Not objects to control, but members of ourselves, whose gifts and griefs are as real as our own. To make safe spaces for the grace of touch—a kiss, a clasp, a hand on a shoulder or arms that encircle—is to create a culture of body that embraces mystery and material together. These spaces, held open at once by our God and our bodies, speak safety—I see you, I feel you, you can relax now, you are safe—and incarnate the presence of God, whose love can move through us to bring healing and wholeness.

This is the kneeling of the body of Christ, together as a community. In kneeling, in blessing, we put ourselves in the most vulnerable position possible. We expose ourselves to hurt, we risk betrayal. We open the softest parts of our flesh to others and the world, and we do it with radical trust not that we will be saved from hurt, but that God will move through our vulnerability to bring the power of Christ into the world. This is the kneeling of Christ in Gesthemane, a kneeling not for himself but for the redemption of all, an opening of a way of return to the One who loves us all the way to death.

This is the risk we must take with our bodies, our selves. We must offer a hand to the one we fear to touch, a shoulder to the one whose load seems impossible to bear. These aren’t metaphors, we have to get up and move, to let sweat and smell make us uncomfortable, let words become meals shared and savored, let the promised prayers become bedside vigils beside the cots of the dying.

This isn’t a list of things to do, another heavy requirement of a life of holiness. It’s isn’t anything further from you than the next deep breath, the way the air fills your lungs and oxygen rushes through your arteries to sustain life. We are meant to live this incarnate life together, and, however dysfunctionally we do so, it is the togetherness that lets the blood of Christ flow freely, doing what our own blood does so well: it brings sustaining energy, washes us of what is wasteful; it gives us rhythm and movement, maintains warmth and holds us open to what is needed; it defends against what will infect, closing wounds so that the life within can heal and make new.

These are things to recognize in our life with Christ and with one another, not manufacture. The wonder of kneeling, of blessing, is that it is something that we receive instead of produce, it is not what we earn but what we make known.

 

owens-0496 copyTara M. Owens, CSD is the author of Embracing the Body: Finding God In Our Flesh & Bone, published by InterVarsity Press. She’s a spiritual director with Anam Cara Ministries, and the senior editor of Conversations Journal. She lives with her husband, Bryan, their daughter, Seren, and their rescue dog, Hullabaloo, in Colorado. She loves Doctor Who, red velvet cupcakes, and Jesus, not necessarily in that order.

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Leave a comment on this post for a chance to win one of two copies of Tara’s book. And a pot of homemade Meyer Lemon curd because Tara is awesome like that.

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What I’m Into (Spring 2015)

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books i read

The Beautiful Daughters: A Novel by Nicole Baart. I’ve always liked Nicole’s work but this is her best one yet. I couldn’t put it down and was genuinely surprised by the turn. It’s spiritual without being cloying, dark without being hopeless.

Savor: Living Abundantly Where You Are, As You Are by Shauna Niequist. I’m a big Shauna fan girl, it’s no secret. I adore her. This devotional gathers her best writing into a daily devotional centred on the theme from the title. Plus it’s just a beautiful book.

Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances by Neil Gaiman. I’m rather new to Neil Gaiman’s work, I became a fan after watching an episode of Doctor Who he wrote that I simply loved (The Doctor’s Wife). This work of short fiction is stunning and freaky and wonderful. I mean, I was skin-crawly and fascinated. His mind is SOMETHING ELSE. I especially liked “Diamonds and Pearls: A Fairy Tale” and “The Truth is a Cave in the Mountains.”

Scary Close: Dropping the Act and Finding True Intimacy by Donald Miller. #ConfessYourUnpopularOpinion time. Even though I have loved most of his prior work, I didn’t like this book very much. Sure, there were parts I liked and I know many people will love it but I found it big on name-dropping, and a bit simplistic. Plus I had a hard time suspending my disbelief to receive relationship advice here – it’s not yet earned. That might be my smug-married coming out but I figure relationship books, particularly marriage books, are best after a few years under your belt (like, say, 25).

An Everlasting Meal: Cooking with Economy and Grace by Tamar Adler. I picked up this book at the recommendation of Jen Hatmaker and it is just as good as she said. I’m not a foodie in the least. I mean, I’m a good cook and I feed my family just fine but I’m never above Kraft Mac n’Cheese, if you know what I mean. But this book was so beautifully written, it made me love how this woman loved food.

Wild in the Hollow: On Chasing Desire and Finding the Broken Way Home by Amber C. Haines – I had a chance to read an advanced copy of this book. And I want people to read it for dozens of reasons: Amber’s voice, her writing, is incomparable to anything you’ve read before. But even beyond that gift, she writes about desire, our longing for home, with a deeply orthodox and yet mystical and sensual soul. This book made me feel homesick and at-home all at the same time. Only Amber could so beautifully and rightly write into the parts of our human experience that usually defy words.

I have done a lot of re-reading of last year’s favourites. Maybe it’s the late-night nursing talking, but I have just been in the mood for every single Liane Moriarity book ever written and I have indulged accordingly. Sometimes you just need a good story, right? I re-read them all: What Alice Forgot, The Hypnotist’s Love Story, The Husband’s Secret, The Last Anniversary, and my new favourite, Big Little Lies. I just love how she writes women so fully.

books I’m reading right now

Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life by Richard Rohr. This book might be saving my life right now. Sometimes revelation arrives slow and steady and sweetly. Other times, it’s like the wind blows in and breaks all the windows. This book is the latter. Whew, it’s ferociously good.

All the Light We Cannot See: A Novel by Anthony Doerr

The Royal We by Heather Cocks adn Jessica Morgan

The Rosie Project: A Novel by Graeme Simsion

Own Your Life: Living with Deep Intention, Bold Faith, and Generous Love by Sally Clarkson.

Better Than Before: Mastering the Habits of Our Everyday Lives by Gretchen Rubin

 

television worth watching

I actually binge-watched for the first time! Again: newborn. I hit all 13 episodes of The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt and loved it. Loved it! I can’t remember the last time I’ve enjoyed a sitcom so this was noteworthy for me. I loved the premise, the strain of darkness under the jokes, Titus has my heart forever, and Kimmy, well, she is just so believable, so earnest, so real even though the whole thing is utterly unreal. (It’s on Netflix.)

I gave up on Gilmore Girls. I am still slowly watching episodes but I don’t feel much urgency.

Otherwise, it’s all hockey playoffs – Go, Flames! – and Love it or List It here. HGTV, my heart you.

Oh, the tinies and I have just discovered Phineas and Ferb, too. I was rather stumped for TV shows for the kids once they grew out of the preschooler shows. (Little Bear, we love you.) Everything seemed either too violent or too dumb or just plain annoying. But my friend Kelly at Love Well told me that her kids liked this Disney XD show and since I trust Kelly implicitly, we gave it a go. It’s funny, complex, creative, weird, and smart – we’re big fans now.

Our other kid favourite is The Magic School Bus. We have the DVD set of the complete series and it’s a perpetual favourite with the preschooler and the big kids, so that’s a win.

movies worth seeing

I haven’t watched a movie in a dog’s age. We keep trying but I simply lack the time and the attention span right now. See again: newborn.

music worth hearing

Home by Josh Garrels – I’m a big fan of this guy and his new album is stellar.

Born and Raised by John Mayer – I just can’t quit this guy. This is the album I listen to when I’m cooking on Sunday afternoons.

podcast worth downloading

Sorta Awesome – Megan Tietz of SortaCrunchy was one of my very first Big Blogger crushes back in the dark ages of blogging (think circa 2007). Anyway, years later we’ve become dear friends and so of course I was so sad when she quit blogging earlier this year. I mean, I was happy FOR HER but I was sad for me, you know? But she has branched into podcasting! And this is the perfect medium for Megan. First of all, I could listen to her read the phone book, she has such a great voice. But then she is so good at making you feel like you are just hanging out on her front porch, talking about life and everything that’s interesting or sorta awesome. It’s like being her neighbour. Sorta Awesome is available in iTunes (I’ve already subscribed) but you can also listen from a browser by clicking this link, or search “Sorta Awesome” wherever you listen to podcasts and you’ll find it.

stuff worth reading on the Internet

On Being a Woman After God’s Own Heart by Jenny Rae Armstrong

My 22 Best Practices After 22 Years of Pastoral Ministry by April Yamasaki

Consider by Richard Beck

This is Ace by Micha Boyett

Tools for the Highly Sensitive Mother by Amber C. Haines

What We’re For by Kathy Escobar

A Hidden Opportunity in Your Church by Nish Weiseth

Born This Way by John Blase

For God So Loved by Kelley Nikondeha

10 Ways to Support Women of Colour in Leadership by Austin Channing Brown

And just because it makes me happy to watch it now and then:

pins worth re-pinning

The text of an entire book on a t-shirt? TAKE MY MONEY.

My sister made this kale and potato soup with turkey sausage and SWEARS it’s amazing. She is much more the foodie than me.

The Best of Ted Talks for women right here.

No, you cried when you looked at these pictures of women one day after giving birth.

And finally, 40 Pinterest Complete Fails to make you feel better.

 

So, friends, what about you? What’s on your nightstand? What television show or movie or music has captured your imagination?

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Messy Women Lead Me Back to Jesus :: a guest post by Mary DeMuth

I love Mary DeMuth. And I don’t mean that in the lame say-it-but-don’t-mean-it way. She was my roommate when we were in Haiti together in 2012, and she is genuine, whole, brave, loving, funny, and smart. I’m honoured to host her words here today.

Her new book is a collaboration with bestselling author Frank Viola called The Day I Met Jesus: The Revealing Diaries of Five Women from the Gospels. I read it ahead of time and endorsed it: “Here is very simply the truth about Jesus and His relationship with women: He loved us. What a powerful truth for women in the world today! Jesus is always the hero of the story. Through this book, we see and know that He is the hero of our stories too.” – S. 
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When I write fiction, my characters change me. In fact, when I finish a novel, I go through a period of mourning, missing my characters, their voices, their quirks. Call me crazy (it’s okay!). I’m not sure why I didn’t take into account that the five women whose stories I expanded from the New Testament would have the same effect. Or even more so.

 

But oh how they did.

 

Atticus Finch said it well in To Kill a Mockingbird, “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view … Until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” When Frank Viola approached me about collaborating on The Day I Met Jesus, I was grateful. Most every writer struggles to get work, and I am no different. So we decided to work together, and he shopped the proposal around. Baker publishing said yes, and I was on my way.

 

Except I had Atticus’s pesky point of view homework, meaning I had to crawl into the skin of five amazing women. The nearly unclothed woman circled by an angry mob, stones in hand. The woman of the night who audaciously spilled her earnings on sacred feet. The racially-hated woman of Samaria who had her own painful divorce stories. The woman who bled and bled and bled. And then the woman who shares my name, Mary of Bethany, who unashamedly loved Jesus.

 

I realized, first, that these were not characters in a dime-store novel. These were living, aching, longing, beautiful women who walked the dusty streets Jesus walked. They were real. As in like you. Like me. These are not fancy stories we memorize or words on a page that become boring and rote.

 

Each story represents a human being.

 

Each woman taught me to see Jesus in a completely new way. I fell in love afresh with the God-Man who off-kiltered the self righteous, who crossed racial and gender barriers to have his longest conversation with someone. I wish I had seen His impossible eyes dance when He healed over a decade-long illness and ushered an outcast into community. And oh how I wanted to hear His words of affirmation over this Mary, that perhaps I had chosen the part that won’t be taken away.

 

Jesus is beyond my expectations. He was always confounding the disciples in like manner, refusing to fit into their Messiah mold. He went out of his way to find the unnoticed, the unimportant, the non-religious, the fray of society.

 

I follow this Jesus. As do you. The Savior of the second chance. The Messiah who made friends and didn’t care what wagging heads said in response. The One who laughs better and weeps deeper than we can imagine.

 

Walking around in the sandals and bare feet of these five women ignited a revival in me toward Jesus, the irresistible friend I’ve longed for my entire life. Revelation 2:4 cuts through me as I type this. Jesus said, “Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken the love you had at first.”

 

These women and their starkly beautiful encounters with Jesus help me remember why I fell in love with Jesus when He rescued me so many years ago. How He gently led me down a pathway of healing from my own story of sexual abuse, parental death, and suicidal thoughts. How He went out of his way to find outcast me. Oh to re-love Him lavishly!

 

So if you feel in the margins today, take heart. Jesus beckons. He knows. He sees. He offers grace. You don’t have to have your religious ducks in a row. In fact He specializes in messy folks. Why? Because we actually need Him.

 

That’s what I learned from those five women. They flat-out needed Jesus. And He honored them with relationship. May we need Him in the same way.

 

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Searching for Sunday

As I’ve travelled and met so many readers over the past two years, I kept hearing one question, over and over from people in every context, every denomination, every city. Obviously, we would talk about Jesus Feminist or writing or whatever I had just finished preaching about but then after that, every time, there was one subject everyone wanted to talk about: people want to talk about how I’ve managed to hold onto my faith or what gives me hope as part of the global church. People want to talk about how my faith changed, evolved, and yet strengthened somehow.

Specifically? people have wanted to know why I still go to church.

Usually people ask with tears in their eyes or anger in their voice or a story on their lips. (And if you’ve been at any event where I’ve spoken you already know that I’m a total crier and a hugger so we end up having a big old cry and hug.)

After all, I’ve been open about my struggles and questions with church over the past ten years. I have left church over and over, only to return. I’ve been angry and hurt, I’ve felt excluded and shamed.

And yet I am committed not only to the Church globally but actually really committed to a local church body. Yep, I go to church and the more I go to church, the more I wrestle with church, well, it seems the more I become committed to these small outposts of God’s grace and mercy and kingdom-living.

My greatest wounds have come from church and so it makes holy sense that my great healing has happened there, too.

Imperfect and glorious, frustrating and transformative, I’m a local church girl and I think I always will be. And that baffles some people.

I get that.

I think that’s why I write so much about church here on the blog. I’m still wrestling, still figuring out my place, still figuring out what it means, still reclaiming my heritage while rewriting and trying to live prophetically into what God is doing now.

Like so many of us, I’m still searching for Sunday.

So today I want to tell you about a new book releasing today – Rachel Held Evans’ new book for other searchers, Searching for Sunday: Loving, Leaving, and Finding the Church.

Rachel has not only been a dear friend to me but she’s saved my faith a time or two (or eight). I believe that her influence and voice in the Church is not only needed right now but, in the future, many will celebrate and honour her as the revolutionary woman of valour she truly is. She’s one for the history books.

Three or four years ago, I happened to hear about a book called Evolving in Monkey Town: How a Girl Who Knew All the Answers Learned to Ask the Questions.

Humph, rather weird title, I thought. I clicked over to the author’s blog. Well, hello there, Rachel Held Evans, nice to meet you.

Little did I know how that one small click would enrich my life, challenge my faith and intellect, spur my own writing career, introduce me to new thinkers and believers, and  bring the gift of a true professional-and-personal friend.

I started off as a commenter and reader, and every comment I left was some variation of “Oh, gracious, you, too? ME, TOO!” Somehow, Rachel found my little corner here on the Internet, we began to correspond, develop a relationship, and now, I consider her a friend and an ally. We often write about similar topics – womanhood or church, for instance. She even wrote the foreword to my little yellow book.

When we met in person last year in Nashville, it was like a reunion.

Yes, we re-enacted a Thelma and Louise photo in the washroom because we’re cool like that.

Rachel and Sarah

On the outside, our current daily lives and histories are very different, and yet we had a soul-connection and theological sisterhood. (And a shared snarky sense of humour. And views on marriage.)

Rachel has always genuinely cheered me on with a generous heart. Anyone who likes to harp on the intrinsic jealousy of women needs to meet my friend, Rachel. She’s unselfish and truly believes that her influence comes with responsibility; she makes room for other voices, other experiences, and celebrates freely. She makes me work harder at my craft. She believed I had a voice that was worth hearing, and then she gave me a bit of space on her platform. She makes me think. She makes me laugh. She makes me feel less alone, and less crazy. She points me to Jesus. She’s witty, wise, loyal, and fearless.

I am so blessed by her friendship – professionally and personally.

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And as I read her new book, I knew I was in the presence of a great teacher and thinker, contemplative and minister.

I’m not over-stating things when I tell you that this is Rachel’s best book yet—and that’s saying something.

In this beautifully honest, hopeful and wry book, Rachel speaks for so many of us. I believe that her hard-fought words will heal many wounds.

It is a must-read for all who love Jesus but struggle with loving or understanding or finding their place in the Church.

And today is the day Searching for Sunday releases to the world!

I can’t recommend it highly enough and so I’ve decided to give away three copies here.

To enter to win one of three copies of Searching for Sunday:

1. Leave a comment on this post about how you’re searching for Sunday yourself. It can be as long or short as you like, just share a way that you’re finding “church” as you understand it these days.

2. Make sure you leave an email or a way to contact you if you win!

This weekend, I’ll choose three random winners and send you a copy of Rachel’s new book, Searching for Sunday: Loving, Leaving, and Finding the Church.

Eshet chayil, Rachel! Woman of valour!

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What I’m Into :: January 2015 edition

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books worth reading

Texts from Jane Eyre: And Other Conversations with Your Favorite Literary Characters by Mallory Ortberg. Oh, man, I needed this book. I laughed until I whooped over the text convo between Heathcliff and Cathy from Wuthering Heights in particular. Mallory Ortberg is not only brilliant, she’s wickedly funny. For the book lover/English Lit nerd in your life, this is the book to cackle over.

All My Puny Sorrows by Miriam Toews. My sister is a reader of serious literature, particular Canadian lit. She is always my dealer for the good stuff: she’ll give me the lowdown on the Giller Prize nominees and the Canada Reads contenders. Plus we both have A Thing for books about the bond between sisters – those books just hurt so good. So she gave me this one for Christmas and I called her up after finishing it, sobbing, asking why she did this to me. It is a book of two sisters, beautifully written, devastating, and I BAWLED through the last quarter of it. Who gives books like this to their hormonal pregnant sisters anyway? It was the best kind of cry though. (And for what it’s worth, I think it should have won the Giller.)

Station Eleven: A novel by Emily St. John Mandel. Another Christmas novel, this one from my husband. I have a weakness for apocalyptic/dystopian literature and this didn’t disappoint. It’s dark and yet brilliant, beautiful and sad. It’s also strangely believable, a perfect read for a weekend.

A Thing of Beauty by Lisa Samson: Lisa Samson is almost the only novelist from the Christian market that I read anymore. (Only exception: Nicole Baart, too.) This is apparently her last novel as she’s quitting writing so I really wanted to love it. And I did like it – it was a good read with her signature quirky characters and love-without-sentimentality. It’s not my favourite though. I’ll miss her writing. (My favourite of hers? The Passion of Mary-Margaret)

The Bible Tells Me So: Why Defending Scripture Has Made Us Unable to Read It by Peter Enns. Fantastic, fantastic book. Can’t recommend enough.

television worth watching

All my shows (all three of them) are on their year-long hiatus now and so I have finally started watching Gilmore Girls. I have lost track of the long list of people who tell me that I will love this show so I figure I might as well get started while I work on baby sweaters in these last weeks of pregnancy. So far I’m about 7 episodes in and I quite like it – don’t love it yet, but I like it.

I watched the series finales for Miranda over Christmas. The Christmas special was a big old let down but the New Year’s special for the finale was vintage Miranda. I loved that show. It just made me so happy.

I still owe my few-and-proud Whovians the recaps for the season finale and the Christmas special. I have it on my Gigantic List of Things To Finish Before Baby Arrives so I’ll take one for the team and watch a lot of Doctor Who in a bit here. Better late than never.

movies worth seeing

We went to see Interstellar in the theatre recently. We couldn’t remember the last time we went to see a movie in a theatre so it was quite a treat to watch on the big screen. Otherwise, movies and I are barely passing in acquaintance these days. I can’t seem to muster the energy for a two-and-a-half-hour commitment in the evenings. When all the award nominees were announced this year, I realised I hadn’t watched a single one. And I’m just fine with that.

music worth hearing

I’m not a huge music person. I prefer silence or quiet to music – particularly since we have three loud tinies in our home already and silence is a rarity. So I rarely listen to music and pretty much exclusively listen to CBC Radio in the car. But I will say that I have been listening to John Mark McMillan’s most recent album Borderland sometimes and I LOVE it.

stuff worth reading on the Internet

Christian Women Were Made to Lead by Karen Swallow Prior – Propel Women launched this week! If you’re a woman who leads, check it out.

Things I’ve Learned in 40 Years of Living by Kristen Howerton

Since I’m just a few weeks from giving birth again, these photos obviously made me cry. So beautiful! 30 Canadian Birth Photos that Will Make You Want Another Baby.

They Say the Church is Too “Feminine” by Kate Wallace

6 Great Studies on Women in the Bible for Groups at The Junia Project (please tell me you follow this site? Amazing resource for the church)

In case you hadn’t heard, we are shutting down Deeper Story. This letter from our founder explains why. I’m both proud and sad about it.

Good news! Jonathan Martin is back online and his writing is better than ever. I stalk his preaching podcasts, I admit it. Dude can PREACH.

Tsh Oxenrider has launched a new e-course that I think looks fascinating, Upstream Field Guide. If you’re wanting to live your live more simply and with more intention, I can’t think of a better guide than Tsh.

Relevant Magazine listened my new book, Out of Sorts, as one of the twelve books they are most excited about this year which was very cool!

I am planning on finally talking about the book itself – what it’s about, why I wrote it, all of that fun stuff – in the next week or two here so make sure you sign up for my e-newsletter to get the scoop first.

And finally, this short video is pretty much the best thing ever.

pins worth re-pinning

This quote.

This Beatrix Potter alphabet print for a baby room

This is my fashion philosophy and no apologies for my black.

I’m completely obsessed with brussels sprouts lately and this is only enabling me.

These women in science that you probably don’t know about – and should.

Tina Fey’s and Amy Poehler’s Golden Globes opening dialogue is absolute perfection. Only they could make me laugh so hard at absurd truth. Best joke: George and Amal Clooney.

And finally, Mr. Afternoon T.

 

So, friends, what about you? What’s on your nightstand? What television show or movie or music has captured your imagination?

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