Responding to the 400 pastors on Ashley Madison
The Ashley Madison scandal could be a black eye for the Church, but also an opportunity to show what messy grace looks like.
The Ashley Madison scandal could be a black eye for the Church, but also an opportunity to show what messy grace looks like.
Posting about the importance of your story, even if it doesn’t fit any traditional scripts.
Finding a new home church after an affair, divorce, and remarriage. Guest post at You Are Here.
Is “always” too optimistic after you’ve had an affair?
I was a recent divorcee, and we were traveling to meet the family of the man with whom I was “the other woman.” Everyone had been gracious from afar, but I knew that his mom had been on the other side of infidelity and I worried that grace might be a little frosty in person. […]
One by one, we gathered in the mountains, robbed of cell service and internet access. Our differences were easy to spot. Different ages, different professions, different races. We had the coffee drinkers and the tea drinkers. Those who worked with the elderly and those who worked with children. Women married for years, women in much […]
I’m playing piano in church again. I feel like there’s probably a more artful way to build up to that statement, but the truth is, I’m just kind of giddy about it. Church music is where I most connect with God, and for a year, that was missing. For a year, I wondered if it […]
A few weeks ago, the Ask Pastor John podcast posted a link called Lust: More Dangerous Than Nuclear Holocaust. I thought that surely had to be some click bait and it probably wasn’t quite so bold a statement in the greater context of the podcast. Because really, let’s not get carried away here. But no, […]
The man kissed the woman, and she kissed back. She was promised to someone else and so was he, but she wasn’t thinking about the other people right then, not really. She wasn’t thinking about long-term consequences, not really. She knew that with that kiss everything changed, but the full weight of that didn’t matter […]
“We lost the baby.” I heard those words coming out of my mouth, and they left a bitter taste. Of course we didn’t lose him. He was right there, still inside of me. There was no heartbeat, but he wasn’t lost. He was dead. Speaking in niceties felt like I was being unfair to this […]