During a funeral at which I officiated a couple of hours ago, the grandsons of the deceased, all 20-somethings in a Metallica band that is
Author: Rev. Marie Noelle Duquette
I notice connections between people, events, movies, music, writings, the spoken word, that seem independent of one another. I write and speak about these connections because I have been created for this work and it has the potential to draw people together and transform rough places into plains of peace. I am a pastor in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America; a writer whose muse is active and insistent; a lover of new experiences; a dreamer of old. I am fueled by both music and silence; I appreciate truths that can only be conveyed in whispers, if in any language at all. I have more friends than I deserve, a big fat french family I adore, and a lovely apartment with a fireplace in front of which I am now leading virtual worship. My most palpable experience of God's presence took place in a chapel in Children's Hospital in Columbus, Ohio. In that place, where every great world religion was depicted by both name and symbol, a miracle took shape in 2005 that continues to inform my faith today. I believe the key to world peace is our willingness to understand one another and take the risks required to do that. My two sons are some of God's finest work; they are a blessing to me and to the world. I thank God for every single day of this wonder we know as life. And I thank you, for stopping by to take off your shoes and step into the shoes of those whose stories I am privileged to tell.
August 22, 2010: Confession
Confession is good for the soul…so the saying goes. People of faith hold fast to this concept, and indeed, if you’ve ever confessed a wrong
August 21, 2010: One-half
I am sitting on my chili pepper red loveseat I bought 3 years ago when every single thing I bought was miniature and either red
August 20, 2010: Absorb
After laying to rest another beautiful, beloved member of the human race today, I came home to a shopping date with my oldest son, Adam,
August 19, 2010: Drink
When my oldest son was a freshman in college 2000 miles away from me, he called me one morning, clearly hungover. I was terrified. Not
August 18, 2010: Shed
My maintenance man is here as I type. Clearing my tresses out of my bathroom sink drain so the water will not pool forcing me