I’m a bit of a perfectionist and incredibly independent. I’ve already admitted that I hate letting go of control, so I’m sure it comes as no surprise that I prefer to have everything together and in its place before I invite others into my life. But the purpose of this Lenten practice was only in part to learn to bake bread. Even more importantly it was to give this bread away.
Read MoreThis past week, I preached a sermon for the very first time. It was a beautiful, holy moment -- finally being released to utilize a gift that I was long told my womanhood restricted me from using. Ironically, I preached this sermon wearing an apron while the church feasted on bread and soup made by my hands, and I spoke on hospitality. It was, for me, a powerful moment demonstrating my coming to terms with an array of gifts, learning that my call -- to feed sheep through both the words of my mouth and the works of my hands -- is neither because of or restricted by my gender. That God has created me and equipped me to be a bold and feminine lady-preacher-baker-chef, and I can do so with freedom and joy. Today on the blog, I've got a slightly elongated version of this first sermon: holy hospitality and the danger of distraction.
Read MoreHere at Chez Heureuse, the name we affectionately call our small, Somerville apartment, we seek any opportunity to share a meal together -- not just eating for sustenance, but cooking together while enjoying a bottle of wine, sampling new recipes as we converse about our work and our dreams.
Read MoreUpon moving into our new home, my roommates and I committed to creating a space to bring together friends and neighbors, spreading joy through food and hospitality.
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