Pittsburgh Theological Seminary
Preparing for Ministry in the Way of Jesus
The child would not sleep. She was scared to be alone, scared of the dark, scared to miss out. Yet, every time I would babysit her, she wanted to play “bedtime.” I would tuck her in; she would tuck me in; we would fake snore and “wake up” giggling. When it became a pattern,…
I am living in a hotel room this week. The wallpaper in my hotel room is textured, and patterned to look sort of like bamboo or rattan or something. It was hung circa 1989, along with the colorful parrot portraits that preside over the two full sized beds in the room. Said beds are festooned with…
It was Wednesday evening, a time that had grown to become my favorite time of the entire week, for I would spend about an hour with sixth grade girls talking about God, well, that is after they updated me on their boyfriends, Justin Bieber, and the Kardashians. I loved watching them grow and earnestly seeking…