Read This Now: The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker

maxresdefault What would happen if a golem and a jinni (genie) found their way to turn-of-the-20th-century New York City? That's the question at the heart of Helen Wecker's lovely novel, The Golem and the Jinni.

I came across this book thanks to Glen Weldon of the Pop Culture Happy Hour podcast--a personal favorite. Like him, I like that Wecker doesn't make an allegory out of these mythical characters, nor does she lapse into the haziness of magical realism (not that I object to that genre). The golem and the jinni just exist in this world, without a lot of dreary explanations as to how.

The book is lush and slow. I don't mean that it's boring. I mean that it's quiet--it's not one I want to take in large gulps. I want to skim it quickly because I'm curious what happens to these two creatures, but the world Wecker describes is so rich, I can't bring myself to do it. I'm in my first renewal cycle at the library and hope to finish it before I'm forced to turn it in.

Golems are beings formed from clay, created to be slaves, but the master of the golem in this story dies early on, so she finds herself trying to find her way on her own, aware that if her identity is discovered, she will be in great danger. Meanwhile, she hears the desires of everyone around her, and in the absence of a master, these yearnings claw at her constantly.

As for the jinni, he is sprung from a lamp early in the story, but has no recollection of how he got there or who bested him and imprisoned him in the first place.

It's not a heavy handed book, but I did appreciate the wisdom in this exchange. Here the jinni is talking to the golem about the tinsmith who took him in and gave him a job:

The jinni sighed. "I'm less grateful to him than I should be. He's a good and generous man, but I'm not accustomed to relying on someone else. It makes me feel weak.

"How is relying on others a weakness?"

"How can it be anything else? If for some reason Arbeely died tomorrow, I'd be forced to find another occupation. The event would be outside my control, yet I'd be at its mercy. Is that not weakness?"

"I suppose. But then, going by your standard, everyone is weak. So why call it a weakness, instead of just the way things are?"

We are not in control. And we are bound to one another, no?

What are you reading right now?

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Read This Now: Brené Brown's Rising Strong

Screen Shot 2015-11-05 at 2.11.38 PMBrené Brown certainly doesn't need me to hawk her books--she is dizzyingly popular right now. But her latest book has been my favorite by far. It is Rising Strong and deals with how people come back from failure in a creative and healthy way. In some ways, the book covers similar territory as her previous ones, especially Daring Greatly. There are a few basic themes that come up again and again in her research and writing:

  • Wholehearted people are able to face their dark places in their lives, because they know deep down that they are worthy of love and belonging.
  • Our power comes from living authentically, not from hiding our faults and flaws and hoping nobody notices.
  • We can't numb the negative emotions without also numbing the positive ones.

Chapter Six, Sewer Rats and Scofflaws, is funny and profound and is worth the price of the book in itself. In it Brown talks about her own tendency to judge others and stew in her own self-righteousness. She describes an encounter with a boorish roommate at a conference--a conference she didn't even want to speak at in the first place, but felt guilted into saying yes to. (This is an important detail; more later.)

I've said many times that Brené Brown is the older sister I never had. I suspect a lot of us feel that way. Given how much this roommate raised MY hackles, and how cringingly funny Brené's subsequent reactions were, it was clear this chapter could have been written for me. How dare she trash the couch in the hotel! And smoke in the non-smoking section! She might as well have titled the chapter "Sewer Rats and Scofflaws: Listen Up, MaryAnn."

The roommate experience lands her in her therapist's office, who asks her to consider a simple question: Are people basically doing the best they can? And her therapist admits that for her, the answer is yes: while we can always grow and improve as people, and we should, it's possible that the boorish roommate is using the tools and resources she has to try and make her way in the world.

Brown is disgusted with the thought: how can wiping Cinnabon icing on a hotel couch be one's best? (Preach it, sis!) And then she starts asking around, hoping to bolster her own view: Do you think everyone is doing the best they can? She begins to notice that everyone who thinks people aren't doing their best are hard, unequivocal and judgy in their responses. By contrast, here's what she says about the people who believe people are doing their best:

They were slow to answer and seemed almost apologetic, as if they had tried to persuade themselves otherwise, but just couldn’t give up on humanity. They were also careful to explain that it didn’t mean that people can’t grow or change. Still, at any given time, they figured, people are normally doing the best they can with the tools they have.

...Every participant who answered “yes” was in the [research] group of people who I had identified as wholehearted— people who are willing to be vulnerable and who believe in their self-worth. They offered examples of situations where they made mistakes or didn’t show up as their best selves, but rather than pointing out how they could and should have done better, they explained that, while falling short, their intentions were good and they were trying.

In short, Brown realized that the people who were willing to extend grace (my language) to their fellow human beings--and to themselves--seemed happier, better adjusted and wholehearted. It almost didn't matter whether people really were doing their best--treating them as if they were, deciding to view life that way, led to better outcomes. By contrast:

Self-righteousness starts with the belief that I’m better than other people, and it always ends with me being my very worst self and thinking, I’m not good enough. 

Now, Brown is clear that just because people may be doing their best doesn't mean you must let them walk all over you. You need a combination of boundaries, integrity and generosity (what she calls living BIG) in order to deal with people whose "best" is in some way harmful to you. Remember when I said she was feeling resentful about having been guilted into doing this conference in the first place? She set herself up for the self-righteous loop she got stuck in by not practicing self-care, by not setting good boundaries.

This chapter spoke to me because like Brené Brown I'm a recovering perfectionist, and perfectionists are all about the Not Good Enough that then gets projected onto everyone else. But I've also been struck by how much this dynamic is reflected in how we treat one another these days, particularly online. Since reading this chapter, I've realized that virtually every snarky, vicious, graceless comment can be traced to this same self-righteousness.  I refuse to give the negativity a signal boost, but look for yourself.

It makes me wonder, are these Judgy Judgersons as pinched and self-righteous in real life, with their spouses and children and coworkers and aging parents, or have they found a convenient outlet for their negativity? After all, if all you have is a name and a thumbnail, you can project all kinds of evil intent on them.

The good news is, if self-righteousness can get you into a death spiral of "I'm not good enough, nobody's good enough," then whole-heartedness can get you into a "life spiral." (I just made that term up.) But making a conscious decision to give people the benefit of the doubt helps us treat ourselves more graciously, which then extends back to others, and on and on in a positive way.

I'm trying!

What do you think? Have you read the book?

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Image is from Rising Strong.

Now Read This: Swim Ride Run Breathe: How I Lost a Triathlon and Caught My Breath

Swim Ride Run BreatheI've been excited for a while about Jennifer Garrison Brownell's book Swim Bike Run Breathe: How I Lost a Triathlon and Caught My Breath. Jennifer is a member of that strange tribe many of us have: people we've known for years, but only online. As pastor/bloggers, we were both charter members of RevGalBlogPals, and she also was kind enough to visit some friends of mine who found themselves in the hospital out in Portland. I can always count on her for wit and wisdom wrapped up in a beautiful turn of phrase, and she provided abundantly in her book. Triathlons have interested and scared me for years. As a recreational runner I have 33% of the puzzle, but the other two hurdles always seemed insurmountable. I get seasick in the pool--the POOL--without the right food in my stomach. And cycling? I have a heavy hybrid bike and a mental block about the intricacies of shifting. (Growing up in flat-as-a-pancake Houston, gears were for recreational purposes only.) I admired my tri friends but never seriously considered joining their ranks.

Then I got injured, and biking and swimming became my only options. I am learning to make friends with my gear shift. And I can swim more than a mile without dizziness if I scarf down some good protein beforehand.

Meanwhile, Jennifer kindly sent me her book when it came out. I'd intended to contact her and beg for an advanced review copy and never got around to it. But of course, it came at the right time, when I'd just begun to think "Maybe I could do a triathlon." But you don't need to be interested in that event, or even any of the three sub-sports, to be drawn to this book. Because the book is about love and family; it's about our beautiful finite bodies in all their strength and limitation; it's about where we feel alive and where we feel fear, and the intersections between them.

Jennifer's book has three interconnected threads:

  • a memoir of growing up, marrying a "seriously disabled man" (her words--Jeff has a form of muscular dystrophy), caring for him, and raising a son with him
  • a reflection on training for her first sprint triathlon--moving from someone who was never an athlete to taking on the training and mental conditioning required to prepare for a race
  • the experience of the triathlon itself.

Part of what's neat about a triathlon is how different the three sports are. Jennifer exploits these differences by dividing her book into Swim, Ride and Run, weaving in pieces of her story that are connected to the skills required for each. Swim touches on the grace required to move with fluidity and let the water carry you. Ride explores the effort involved in keeping the up and down motion going no matter what--and what it means to coast sometimes. And Run is a practice of pure endurance--but also joy, because the finish line is in sight!

I dog-eared a lot of this book, which is a high compliment. I will often underline and star passages in books, but sometimes when a book feels especially precious to me, I can't bring myself to sully it with a pen. This is one of those books.

Thank you for your words, Jennifer! And thanks in part to your story, I'm doing this on Mother's Day.

A Racist Atticus and a Mess of a Book? Bring It On.

15.-Matar-un-ruiseñor I was skeptical when news first broke that Go Set a Watchman, Harper Lee's long-shelved novel, would be published. Lee has famously refused to let her manuscript, written before To Kill a Mockingbird, ever see the light of day.

Why did she change her mind? Did she change her mind? Given her advanced age and failing health, people are concerned she's being taken advantage of. While I know people who can't get past those concerns, I'm willing to proceed as a reader; an independent investigation involving two Alabama agencies has found her competent to make decisions about her work.

Now as the book is being released and reviews begin to surface, people are nervous for a new reason: apparently this novel does not measure up to the near-perfection of Mockingbird. And perhaps more heartbreakingly, neither does Atticus. It seems unthinkable that a man who would single-handedly take on the Alabama justice system on behalf of an innocent black man would attend a Klan meeting, or denounce the Supreme Court who decided Brown v. Board of Education.

But I say: bring it on.

Don't get me wrong. I condemn the sin of racism, collectively, individually and in my own heart. I don't relish an Atticus Finch who harbored paternalistic attitudes toward African-Americans in the South, or fretted that white schools would decline in quality once they were integrated.

I don't delight in such a portrayal of Atticus, and will likely read the book with a sick feeling. But I suspect 2015 America needs this Atticus. I'll be reading the book, not as a novel, but as an historical document. Go Set a Watchman gives us a peek into the mind of a young, inexperienced writer who would go on to write the Great American Novel. But more importantly, it will give us a glimpse into our own soul as a nation.

We're struggling with a legacy of racism in this country. Condoleezza Rice, no bleeding-heart liberal herself, has called racism our country's "birth defect." The last several months have revealed to many of us what others have known their whole lives. So now what? We need to be talking to one another about this legacy. It's painful and important.

But how? We can start by being honest about our history, ourselves, and yes, our heroes. The problem is, we like our heroes untouchable. We want Atticus to have "cute" flaws, like exasperation over Scout's mischief, or a nervous fumbling with his eyeglasses as he shoots a rabid dog. But Atticus, at least as Harper Lee envisioned him, was a complicated, deeply conflicted man. How do his (considerable) blind spots in Watchman influence how we understand the whole character?

In my tradition, and many other Christian traditions, we recite the Apostles' Creed, including the line, "I believe in the communion of saints." What do we mean by that? Presbyterians don't have an elaborate process of canonization like the Catholic Church. Rather we believe in a "great cloud of witnesses," people who've gone before us who have shown us what it means to live faithfully and well. We call them saints, even though not a single one was perfect---indeed, many of them were deeply flawed indeed. And yet occasionally, they got it right. Beautifully, shiningly right.

Atticus may still be that kind of saint for us---not because of his racist tendencies in Watchman, but despite them. If it were not so, would there be hope for any of us? Our ability to succeed and thrive as a nation depends on imperfect people coming together around a painful conversation and movement: warts, flaws, biases and all. I have them; apparently Atticus had them too.

As Dorothy Day has said, "Don't call me a saint. I don't want to be dismissed that easily." An Atticus as preserved in Mockingbird is so perfect as to be unreachable. An Atticus whose story straddles the two novels is like us. And in aspiring to be our best selves, we can be like his best self. When the heavy machinery of upbringing and personal comfort and culture grinds against what's right, we can stand up. We must.

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They Wrote a Thing and It's Awesome: A Review of #WomanInThePulpit

51EX8kPEJjL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_Ten years ago this summer, RevGalBlogPals was born. It began as a loose collection of pastor-bloggers, mostly women, mostly pseudonymous (as was the custom at the time). We began, as all good things begin, with a T-shirt. Now, RevGalBlogPals is a global network, with conferences, events, meetups, a burgeoning Facebook community, and a director, the Rev. Martha Spong, who is the editor of There's a Woman in the Pulpit: Christian Clergywomen Share Their Hard Days, Holy Moments and the Healing Power of Humor.

One of the nagging regrets of the last year is letting the deadline for submitting essays to this collection pass me by. Given my life at the time, it couldn't be avoided, but after getting to know so many of these women over the past decade, I'm sad not to be a part of this project.

But having their words on my shelf is a gracious plenty.

This book is stuffed full of 50 essays on life, death, the unique gifts and challenges of being women in ministry, and the things they don't teach in seminary. The essays are the perfect length for picking up the book and putting it down in the midst of a busy life, or reading one selection a week for an entire year, or revisiting them again and again, which I'm sure I'll do.

I'm still making my way through the book, but there are so many favorites. Kathryn Johnston writes an incisive piece about double standards between men and women in leadership in the sharply-titled "Balls." Later in the book, Stephanie Anthony's essay provides a good companion to Kathryn's as she describes the feeling of not being "one of the guys," but realizing it's important to be present for the little girls who are watching us step into leadership.

Deborah Lewis considers "The Weight of Ash" and the full depth of what is many pastors' favorite church observances, Ash Wednesday. Rachel Hackenberg offers a couple different selections, but "A Prayer for the Plunger" was a personal favorite: "As you eavesdrop on the church council's argument over new carpet, do you remember your debate with the Pleiades over the color of grass?"

Robin Craig's essay on how she learned to preach the gospel following her son's death by suicide is worth the price of the book. Patricia Raube's glorious meditation about coming out to her congregation brought tears to my eyes. Love wins, people.

And editor Martha's essays and section headings provide a gracious glue for the book. (I now "see" the RevGals logo in a whole new way!)

You know what though... those are my favorites right now. The beauty of a book like this is that favorites will change as life changes.

I hope you'll check out this wonderful book. Congratulations to everyone who was a part of it.

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The title refers to a catchphrase during that first miraculous Big Event, where many RevGals met for the first time: We made a thing and it's awesome.

My Friends Make Stuff: New Book by Christine Chakoian

41fih44oopL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_A friend of mine has a new book out! Huzzah! Chris Chakoian is a pastor in the Chicago area and a colleague on the NEXT Church strategy team. Her new book is Cryptomnesia: How a Forgotten Memory Could Save the Church.

Cryptomnesia is "the reappearance of a suppressed or forgotten memory which is mistaken for a new experience." Here's a bit of the book description:

The world is changing, and it is changing fast. Social media friendships, global commerce, online education, populist uprisings, e-books, and smartphones are just a sample of the Internet’s growing impact on our lives. Americans are rapidly becoming more mobile, worldly, and secular—all while it feels like the church we know is being left behind. Growing numbers of “spiritual but not religious” show disinterest in church, and mainline churches fear imminent demise. How do we find a way forward? Ironically, by looking backward.

NEXT Church posted an excerpt from her book a few months ago. Check it out.

And check out the book. This looks like a great, hopeful read for church leaders of all types. Gonna put it on my Goodreads right now.

 

My Friends Make Stuff

Two new books written by friends! Yippee! First:

blessed_final_one_400Sarah Griffith Lund's book Blessed Are the Crazy: Breaking the Silence about Mental Illness, Family and Church will be released by Chalice Press (publisher of Sabbath in the Suburbs) on September 8.  Description:

When do you learn that “normal” doesn’t include lots of yelling, lots of sleep, lots of beating? In Blessed Are the Crazy: Breaking the Silence about Mental Illness, Family, and Church, Sarah Griffith Lund looks back at her father’s battle with bipolar disorder, and the helpless sense of déjà vu as her brother and cousin endure mental illness as well. With a small group study guide and “Ten Steps for Developing a Mental Health Ministry in Your Congregation, ”Blessed Are the Crazy" is more than a memoir—it’s a resource for churches and other faith-based groups to provide healing and comfort. 

And book trailer. Wow:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anAW2ZqsejE

0005908_mortal_blessings_a_sacramental_farewellSecond:

I met Angela Alaimo O'Donnell at Collegeville this summer when I was there for a writing retreat. She is an elegant person and writer---I gobbled up her poetry collection, Waking My Mother, in a single sitting one morning at C'ville.

Her new book, Mortal Blessings (September 30) is sure to be wonderful.

Description:

In this lyrical adieu to her mother, renowned Catholic essayist, poet, and professor Angela O’Donnell explores how the mundane tasks of caregiving during her mother’s final days—bathing, feeding, taking her for a walk in her wheelchair—became rituals or ordinary sacraments that revealed traces of the divine.

With Joan Didion’s grasp of grief, the spiritual playfulness of Mary Karr, and the poetic agility of Kathleen Norris, Angela Alaimo O’Donnell narrates the events that followed her mother’s fall and the broken hip that led to surgery. As O’Donnell and her sisters cared for their mother’s failing body during the last days of her life, they unconsciously observed rituals that began to take on a deeper importance.

Bathing her each morning was a kind of baptism, the nightly feeding of pie took on a Eucharistic significance, trimming and polishing nails became a kind of anointing. Beyond the seven there are the myriad sacraments they made up: the sacrament of community via cell phone, the sacrament of wheelchair pilgrimage around the nursing home, and the sacrament of humor and laughter. Mortal Blessings: A Sacramental Farewell is a deeply human portrait of loss balanced by the surprising grace found in letting go; it will resonate with any spiritual reader but especially caregivers and those currently in grief.

What are you reading and/or making these days? I've been taking a break from writing lately in favor of knitting and baking muffins. Yes, I'm ready for fall.

What Novelist John Green Teaches the Church about "Reaching" Young People

HERE COME THE FEELS! If you're a fan of John Green (and if you're not, what's your problem?), you're going to want to check out the New Yorker profile, THE TEEN WHISPERER: How the author of "The Fault in Our Stars” built an ardent army of fans.

John Green is like Colbert to me: someone who's extremely good at what he does and who brings a joie de vivre to his vocation. I can't help but root for him.

The church is awash with concern these days about the so-called "nones": people who are not affiliated with any religion, who may (or may not) consider themselves spiritual but not religious... many of whom are in the millenial generation---aka many of John Green's fans.

How can we "get" more young people? churchy people ask. Is there a way we can "appeal" to them? The format of the questions reveals their purpose---to find more members so that our churches won't decline and die.

Guess what? Young people don't care to be our institutional life insurance.

(Neither do 42 year old mothers of three, actually.)

That said, being interested in young people isn't necessarily opportunistic. Jesus calls us to love our neighbor, and young people are our neighbors. (So are old people, married people, single people, LGBT people, poor people, Muslim people...)

Jesus also calls us to serve, and that's something that motivates millenials a great deal. (As the saying goes, they love Jesus; they don't love the church.)

So. In the spirit of connection rather than conversion, friendship rather than membership, partnership rather than fixing, here are some things we can learn from John Green and his tremendous appeal.

He isn't trying to "reach" young people. Green reportedly hates being called the "teen whisperer," which is to his credit. His crazy popular vlogbrother videos were not started as some calculated attempt to build his fan base. (Well, not primarily with that purpose, though you can't argue with success.) Rather, he and his brother Hank started them in order to play with the online video format, which was pretty new back in 2006. They created something winsome and irresistible and the fans thronged to it.

Do we in the church see millenials as a means to an end?  What are we doing that is winsome and irresistible? 

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He takes young people seriously and learns from them. The Fault in Our Stars is filled with wickedly good dialogue, pitch-perfect one-liners and deep wisdom. Some have criticized him for this because "Teenagers don't really talk like that." I read somewhere that Green doesn't try to duplicate the speech patterns of teens. He tries to write the way teens sound to themselves and one another---clever, weird, and wise, assured sometimes and sharply insecure at others. It's like teen-speak, boiled down to its essence. You have to love and admire and understand young people to pull that off.

Also, the protagonist in The Fault in Our Stars was inspired by an actual teenager with thyroid cancer, Esther Grace Earl, whose experience helped shape the book. Four or five times a month, Green talks on the phone with kids who have cancer, sometimes through Make a Wish, sometimes not. He is also fluent in social media and engages folks on Twitter and Tumblr. And once every few months, he Skypes with teens who are struggling with serious illness.

Is your church present where young people are present, whether online or in person? Are you cultivating actual relationships with them, not so you can bestow your wisdom, but so we can all grow together?

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He's created a tribe. There are traditions and catch phrases and a shared history---not all of which were created by him. (This is important.)

Last year I checked out a John Green book from my local library and when I got it home, out fell a note that had been tucked into its pages: "Hey, nerdfighter! Don't forget to be awesome!"

DFTBA is very big with this tribe.

And there's a focus on giving to others. Esther Day is a holiday that Esther Earl asked people to observe on her birthday. According to the New Yorker, "Her idea was that it could become a celebration of non-romantic love—a day when you’d say 'I love you' to people who don’t often hear it from you." And check out the Project for Awesome that has raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for worthy causes.

How does Christianity help people (of all ages) become a part of something larger than themselves? (Hint: as the Project for Awesome demonstrates, they don't need us in order to feel this. Still, what is our distinctive gift in the midst of the broader culture?) And are people encouraged to bring their own energy and ideas to the table, or are we the keepers of our traditions and norms?

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He's a learner. Check out his Crash Course videos. In these, he (and Hank) are teachers, but he comes at his topics with the posture of a student. And my kids love his Mental Floss videos in which he tests out various lifehacks:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4TVGUUt65Y

Do we have all the answers, or are we willing to learn?

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He employs humor with substance.  From the New Yorker profile: "In a post advising boys on how to charm a girl, John jokingly said, 'Become a puppy. A kitten would also be acceptable or, possibly, a sneezy panda'—an allusion to a popular clip on YouTube. But he also said, 'If you can, see girls as, like, people, instead of pathways to kissing and/or salvation.'"

As communities of faith, do we offer meaning and substance... while taking ourselves lightly?

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He loves the grand gesture. Again, the New Yorker: "Many authors do pre-publication publicity, but Green did extra credit: he signed the entire first printing—a hundred and fifty thousand copies—which took ten weeks and necessitated physical therapy for his shoulder."

Which leads to my final question for the church: When's the last time you undertook an extravagant gesture for the sake of this world God loves? 

Seamless Faith: A Q&A with Author Traci Smith

headshotbwmediumAs I continue to rest in the words of others this Lent, I am pleased to offer this short Q&A with Traci Smith, fellow Chalice Press author, whose book Seamless Faith: Simple Practices for Daily Family Life just came out recently. Take it away, Traci! 1. What led you to write this book? As a Director of Youth Ministries, first, and then a Pastor, I have met many parents and caregivers who want their children to grow up with an understanding of faith and spirituality, but didn't feel equipped. They worry that they don't have enough time, or that they're "doing it wrong" or that they don't have enough knowledge of the Bible or Theology. I wanted to write a very practical resource to empower and encourage parents. It also helped that my boys, Clayton and Samuel were both under two years old as I was writing this book. It inspired me to imagine the things we could do together as a family. In a very real sense, this book is for my family as much as any family.

2. What will people gain from this book that they won't get anywhere else? I think of this book as a type of "recipe book" for a faith-filled home. The book carefully lays out practices that any family can incorporate into daily life. Just like a recipe, each practice lists the ages that its suited for, along with materials, step-by-step instructions and variations. There are many wonderful books about children and family spirituality out there, but none is laid out in quite this same "pick it up and run with it" way of Seamless Faith. It's incredibly user-friendly.

Seamless_Faith_cover_5th_proof3. Share one idea, quote or section in the book of which you are particularly proud. One of the chapters is called Ceremonies for Difficult Times and it features practices that are suitable for hard times such as divorce, death, illness and anxiety. It's a very special chapter to me, because I think we need to remember that every day isn't a trip to the zoo or a picture perfect moment. We need resources for the hard times too. Writing practices that parents could turn to in a time of grief or crisis was an honor, and it is a great joy to have them out in the world for families to use.

4. How have you changed your own parenting as a result of your work on this book? One of the things I've felt as a mother in the few short years I've been one (my oldest isn't yet three) is that there's a whole lot of pressure. There are endless blogs and books and resources with advice and tips, and it can be dizzying to keep track of it all. Writing down my ideas about how to incorporate faith into family life reminded me that each parent and caregiver puts his or her own stamp on parenting. It's not "Dr. So and So's" way or "Expert Fancypants's" way, it's "my way." This is one of the things that most excites me about the book -- each practice offers many ways for parents and caregivers to make it their own, no matter how old their children are, no matter what their family's style is.

5. As an author, I know that the book keeps "working on you" even after the manuscript is done and turned in. Are there ideas you've begun to think about differently, or new content you wish you'd included? Another way of asking the question: what will be included in the sequel? :-) Along the lines of the previous question, I've been thinking a lot recently about how parents need large doses of encouragement and respite. I think the sequel might include a lot of prayers and practices for parents who need to recharge and recenter in their busy lives. Then again... that's what Sabbath is for, and there's already a great resource about that!

Aww, thanks Traci!

All right folks, let's give Traci the Blue Room bump! Seamless Faith is available at Chalice Press, Amazon, etc. What a good resource for churches to share with families. What a perfect gift for a friend who's a new parent. What a great thing to have on your own bookshelf. Thank you for the fine book, Traci.