I was struggling to get the whisk attachment out of the mixing bowl when I was hit with the question I’d been dreading:
“So, are you going to see your mom for Mother’s Day?” my coworker asked as we made whipped cream side by side in the kitchen of the dessert shop where we worked together.
She had unwittingly stumbled upon an awkward line of conversation for me. I took a deep breath and replied: Continue reading
You’re probably, scratching your heads thinking, “huh?” Where is she going with this?? To which I reply: Where are the safe places to rage and grieve in the church? Where’s the room for the full spectrum of the musical scale instead of the victorious same set of chords? God created all of the notes in the universe, so why are we satisfied singing songs that are marketed to us as “safe” for Christian audiences? The arts are the real safe sanctuary for human emotions. Continue reading