baby reverend

a few years ago i attended the ordination of a catholic priest in uganda–at his post-ordination party the older priests were calling him “baby priest”. he was “just born” into the world in a new way–fresh and young in the priesthood, just getting his “sea legs”. just getting started.

just a few weeks ago i became a baby reverend–a commissioned elder in the united methodist church. baby reverend. i’m just getting my “sea legs”. just getting started.


come, holy spirit.




my, where DOES the time go?

oh people. life is full. 

and there are Things that i would really love to be blogging about, and posting photos of but i seem to…uh…not be doing that so much lately. THIS IS NOT the ‘oh gosh, i’m such a bad blogger, don’t be mad at me! i PROMISE i’ll write more soon and it’ll be AWESOME and STUFF’ blog post.

NEITHER is this the ‘i just need to take a break from blogging and taking photos of stuff so i’ll see ya when i see ya’ blog post.

this is the “hey whats up, lets still be friends” blog post in which i make no promises. 

and also the blog post where i’m actually procrastinating writing some blog posts for about the, you guessed it, texas youth academy going on right now in georgetown, texas. 

i blame living in a dorm room for the past week. right. 

re-entry: houston is not kampala

officially i have been living in houston for about three (four?) weeks now. (that guesstimate isn’t really very official, is it? oh well.) but have been in and out and around of texas for a decent portion of these few weeks (seewhatididthere?). this is a time of learning and learning and learning…learning a new city and how to navigate her streets, people and culture; learning a new job and all the components to doing it well and in jesus-approved/spirit-led ways; and learning who i am as a newly commissioned elder in the united methodist church, returned expat, former sheep herder, constant pilgrim etc.

something i can tell you about houston: it is not kampala. (the capital of uganda) this may not come as a surprise to most people, and in some ways was not a surprise to me. except for when it was.

i try to walk or use public transportation when i can, so have spent a lot of time wandering in these modes of transportation while i’ve been in the city. sunday afternoon after walking about a mile to church, and home from church and then to walgreens about a half mile away it finally struck me what was so different about walking in kampala and houston: people!

sure, there are people in houston–a lot of people, actually. houston is the fifth largest city in the country! BUT there aren’t people selling things in the streets–there is no mama selling bananas from a basket, no little shop built from scraps of wood where one can buy tomatoes and candles, no guy with a cart selling fruit…no bodabodas! (shame, i say) and no blanket-lined-corridors along main street where you can buy used books, new shoes, a rosary, newspapers candles, belts, sweets, cookies, airtime and just about anything else you could want. no wonder i think houston is so quiet!