Tag: #dnkgtt
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Misericordias Domini (2nd Sunday After Easter) ~ 14th April 2024
The following sermon was not an easy one for me to write, and I’m still not sure how much I like it or how happy I am with it. But I got a fair bit of positive feedback from women from both congregations where I preached this past Sunday. One thing in particular stuck with…
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Good Friday Sermon
Yesterday everything had seemed fine. We were sitting around a table with Jesus and shared a meal. We were happy and I was convinced that everything would remain like this forever. But suddenly Jesus started to talk about his own death again. I didn’t want to hear that. I didn’t want to think about what…
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Karfreitagspredigt
Gestern noch schien alles in Ordnung zu sein. Wir haben mit Jesus zu Tisch gelegen und zusammen gegessen und getrunken. Die Stimmung war gut und ich war überzeugt es würde immer so weitergehen. Doch auf einmal fing Jesus wieder davon an von seinem eigenen Tod zu sprechen. Ich wollte das nicht hören. Ich wollte nicht…
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Moving!
I’m 35 years old and next week I’ll move for the 8th to 13th time, depending on how you count and what you count as a move*. And only the first two to three moves where during my childhood. So you’d think I got rather good at this over time. Well, yeah, not so much.…
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“You are wonderfully made.”
[Translation of my part of the sermon for the “Queerer Gottesdienst” (Queer Service) on September 06, 2022. The theme of the whole service was bisexuality.] Bisexuality. A term that seems to be firmly rooted in binaries. And for a long time that was exactly the case. Being bi meant nothing more or less than being…
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Birthdays
Today, 35 years ago, I entered this world. A little less smoothly than my parents probably hoped for. But in the end all went well after all. 35 birthdays. Some I remember very clearly. Some blurr together and I am not exactly sure what happened in which year. And some I don’t remember at all.…
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Those Small Things That Bring Me Joy
I don’t know about any of you, but negative experiences tend to stay much longer and much more present in my memory than the things that bring me joy. At the same time I can list a fair number of things I know have brought me joy in the past. At least I can do…
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Self-Advocacy, Self-Care And Self-Compassion
I find it really hard to say these words, but I am feeling a little proud of myself right. Standing up for myself, asking for something for myself, setting boundaries, expressing my needs or what works better for me … all of those things are incredibly hard for me. And always have been. At least…