Carol Howard Merritt
Pastoral care: How much is too much?
I served two small congregations who wanted a lot of pastoral care. Which was good, because I love people, and I love visiting with them.
...Why we need to support new churches for the long run
I was at a meeting recently where the pastor of a traditional church was complaining about having to support a new church development for more than three years.
So I asked him:
...Chipping away
I stood before the pile of clothes, holding each piece and asking myself, “Does this give me joy?”
...Money advice from a scrapper
Recently a friend came to me for financial advice. I was stunned, because... well... we don’t have money. We have a home. We have equity. We have retirement savings....
Why we don't like Donald Trump and what that means for the church
So, I realize I’m using the Royal "We" here. Obviously, some people like Donald Trump, because he’s polling quite well....
Misfits in the suburbs
Five liberal excuses to do absolutely nothing
The person has been robbed and beaten. He’s bleeding on the side of the road. Unlike the Good Samaritan, we step over him. But we have really great reasons for why we do it.
...In Chattanooga, learning to love
Missteps in church planting
First rule of stewardship planning? Have fun
There is more than one history in the South
I often worship and preach in a sanctuary without windows. Renaissance Presbyterian Church is an African-American congregation in Chattanooga, Tennessee....
Happy hundred, Grace Lee Boggs
When I was a young seminarian, I was fascinated with Grace Lee Boggs’ life and work....
Church with a clean slate
Reorienting grief
Deconstructing patriarchy, one ritual at a time
I love weddings. I even like the parts pastors aren’t supposed to enjoy—the flowers, dresses, hair, and make-up....
Competition, coattails, and colleagues
I was talking about an author I admire and Brian, my husband, asked, “Her writing’s great and all, but who’s she bringing up?”
...Innovation’s midwives
The fear of irrelevancy
I went on a walk along the bay in Rhode Island. It was the path I took daily, so I was sure footed and looking at the horizon, until I almost stumbled upon an animal corpse....
Sipping tea with the crone
“Oh my,” he said, dabbing a sponge to my face and looking at my skin as if it were a national disaster. “We have got to find a way to get rid of those fine lines.”
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