Last Lent, I wrote a series on breadmaking as a form of embodied prayer. This year, I realized just how many of us struggle in relationships with our own bodies--especially in regards to fasting. By using this season to share reflections on fasting, eating, and the body, I hope that we can find communal healing both with our individual bodies and in the larger Body of Christ.
I've got lots of things up my sleeve for 2018! I will try this year to create posts to guide you to new pieces as they come up. For right now, I'm happy to share with you all the first major piece of the year--an editorial I wrote for Christianity Today about the rise in food-based coursework at seminaries across the country.
This week we celebrate both the feast of All Saints and the 500th anniversary of the Protestant Reformation. I've met with dozens of food and faith leaders over the course of this semester, each time growing more and more convinced that this Christian food movement is central to God's work reunifying the church. Let's feast this week and remember the meal that binds us with Christians throughout history and around the world that have brought the faith down to us today.
The only piece of furniture I owned when I drove into North Carolina was a 10-seat dining room table. As I left Massachusetts, my friends prayed a blessing over my new home and all who would find nourishment at this table. I can't say this place feels like home quite yet, but there is no doubt that I'm in the place where God has called me for this time.
This past weekend, I moved out of my home for the past three years. Here in Boston, living in the same place for three full years is nothing short of miraculous. As part of saying goodbye, I sat on my kitchen floor and processed through the bittersweet transition. It's basically a love letter to my quirky little kitchen.
I took a break from my blog during Eastertide (and a little time more) both for the sake of Sabbath rest, but also to celebrate a whole bunch of weddings. I'm finally back and so eager to share the recipe that has grounded me from Easter up until now. I made this olive oil sourdough on Good Friday, Easter Sunday, and as the communion loaf for a wedding last week. It is sweet, rich, and a tender reminder of the dearness of a community that holds you near.