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What a story! Some of you may be wondering…                                     Did Jesus really just compare this woman to a dog? Did Jesus ignore a woman coming to him in good faith? Yes, yes, you heard it right. This is a difficult text. Fitting for a week of difficult news. News of continued violence in Iraq, in […]

How apt it was for Jesus to choose fishermen. There is a reason it’s called fishing and not catching. Fishing takes patience to mend lines and wait for fish to bite. Fishing means waiting and thinking and space to get to know people.

What a world wind year. The cruel irony now, is this place finally feels like home. I have found my rhythm, I can make Hungarian small talk…and it comes to a semmingly crashing hault. Perhaps it’s because I’m not done packing and I leave in less than 24 hours. Or because I have yet to […]

After spending an hour listening to an hour long racist lesson about “what gypsies are really like” and wanting to cry because I couldn’t explain my thoughts in Hungarian, I saw one of my students who is Roma shopping for pre-football practice snacks with his white friend. And I remembered, we must continue to fight […]

A response to someone declining a request to publicly remember the Holocaust today.

Today we in my 11th grade religion class we read the last movement of T.S. Eliot’s poem Ash Wednesday. We (mainly I) talked about the tension of being human and submitting to God. What can we control and what can’t we control. The question arose, “Can we control our feelings?” Dear readers, can we?

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Preached in English interpreted into Hungarian

“We may weep at times, but we must sow seeds together because I believe God is there in our hopes. God is there hoping, walking, and weeping with us to make a better tomorrow.”

Originally posted on Luther Place Advent Reflections:
  Readings: Psalm 126, Isaiah 40:1-11, Romans 8:22-25 Those who go out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, carrying their sheaves. Psalm 126 We all lament, one way or another; whether it be with tears, cries of frustration, or shouts of anger.…

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I really hope this lady knows I’m not Hungarian because I have no idea what she’s saying.

the Otemplom (the old Lutheran church in town, also my host)

Here are some photos of where I live. A reflection of my fall coming soon!

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