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Since I currently have several employers/supervisors/churches/etc., please know that none of the words on my blog represent them or their beliefs. This blog is my own creation.

It also does not represent my children's perspective, nor my mother's; they think I am funny, but misguided.
(Quick update: only my mother thinks I'm funny now.)

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Arise, My Fair One

This sermon came to mind tonight, and I thought I would post it again since I have taken down my pastor blog from Tiny Church. Enjoy...

This morning's sermon I have preached before. I defend myself with some words from G.K. Chesterton's Orthodoxy:

“A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again’; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, ‘Do it again’ to the sun; and every evening, ‘Do it again’ to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”
To get you in the mood for Song of Songs,
here's Norah Jones' "Come Away With Me"

Sermon, Sunday October 24, 2010
by Katie Mulligan

Scripture Readings: Song of Songs 2:8-14 and Matthew 11:28-30

So, a love poem and a few words from Jesus. Our theme this morning is love and desire, passion, and finding peace in the arms of a beloved other.  I wish I could tell you that today’s texts come from the lectionary, that I am not responsible for their selection, for to speak of love and desire is always risky. In our Prayer of Confession this morning we prayed these words: “Almighty and merciful God, we have erred and strayed from your ways like lost sheep. We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts. We have offended against your holy laws.” It may be that we too often follow the devices and desires of our own hearts, but I wonder sometimes if we Presbyterians might be more guilty of following our rational heads too much. So I must admit that I chose these texts this morning, for in the midst of a hard and busy schedule, I am longing for the playfulness of falling in love.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Fear of Learning New

Boy Stares at an Octopus
Last fall I started taking salsa dance lessons at a studio down the street from my leaky apartment. The studio leaks too, so I felt right at home.

I've blogged a bit about the salsa class here and here and here. It has been a powerful experience learning to move in certain ways. Most of the time it has just been two of us women students and the instructor (also a woman), and so it has been a non-threatening space as well. A few times a man has joined us, and I confess that I haven't gotten used to that yet. I so rarely have someone besides my children in my space like that, it is difficult to permit that intimacy. A part of me wishes for a regular dance partner--I would become a better dance with a partner. And a part of me is just fine dancing alone, parallel to the other women, able to move freely at my own direction. I don't take direction well. I don't follow well. My movements become awkward and poorly timed. I force myself to relax--I don't know if you can imagine the effort to trust another body so close?