Self and Soul

By Megan Westra / September 11, 2019 /

Despite my undying love for summer, I am always grateful for the rhythms and regularity of back-to-school season. As a student myself currently, this means the advent of work-rest rhythms of assignments and exams. As a parent, it means the welcome arrival of imposed structure for my child, and an outlet for her boundless curiosity.…

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Twenty-Third (and a half) Psalm

By Megan Westra / May 16, 2019 /

The Lord is my shepherd but I’ve never raised sheep, so I don’t really know what that means. I am left wanting  something more a way I can relate. The Lord makes me lie down in green pastures  but in this place I am not productive I don’t know how to hold on to worth…

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Walking the beach

By Megan Westra / March 18, 2019 /

I was eight when I first felt like God was silent. Laying in bed at night, restless and haunted by the dramatic altar calls pronounced by volunteers at the Southern Baptist Church I attended on Wednesday nights, I tossed and turned and begged God to find me good enough. And God was silent, so I…

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Embodying Love: A Lenten Reflection

By Megan Westra / March 11, 2019 /

I have an icon that hangs in my office. It depicts the three persons of the Trinity sitting around a table—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Each of them seems to be regarding the others, and one seat of the table remains open, presumably for the one observing the icon to enter in to their communion.…

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"I Do Not Permit a Man" (Reimagining 1 Timothy 2 in light of #ChurchToo)

By Megan Westra / February 25, 2019 /

1 Timothy 2 has often been cited as prohibitory for women in the role of pastor or teacher. “I do not permit a woman to teach or have authority over a man,” writes Paul, and the Southern Baptist Convention echoes his decree in their 1984 resolution on the ordination of women. Yet the word Paul…

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For those who gather reluctantly

By Megan Westra / November 21, 2018 /

It’s seven A.M. and I am bleary-eyed, shuffling around the kitchen, washing out my daughter’s thermos and pulling random things off the shelf to pack in her lunchbox. The familiar sensation of frustration tinged just on the side of anger slithers up my spine and nests itself comfortably in a knot at the base of my…

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On Voting

By Megan Westra / November 6, 2018 /

2008 was the first election I voted in, but I did so begrudgingly. My evangelical upbringing informed a view that voting was important, and particularly voting for a certain party, but I was unconvinced that change really happened in the political sphere. I was just becoming acquainted with the work of folks like Dr. Ron…

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The Beauty of Letting Go?

By Megan Westra / October 15, 2018 /

I wrote once about holding life in like you would a butterfly, gently and with open hands. It’s less inspirational to write about hands open and empty, once the butterflies fly away, or trees standing bare and frozen once all the leaves have fallen. It’s beautiful to let things go, until everything looks dead and void.

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Let Go, Let God

By Megan Westra / September 26, 2018 /

There is a comic making rounds on the internet based on the popular poem “Footprints in the Sand.” The actual poem is an endearing (if not a bit cheesy) look back across a person’s life and the ways God has been present to them throughout. When only one set of footprints is visible, God assures…

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Book Review: Raise Your Voice

By Megan Westra / July 31, 2018 /

Raise Your Voice is timely, necessary and loaded with practices you can implement in your daily life.

Read my full review here, PLUS enter to win your own copy!

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