carolineannmorris

  • On John Ortberg and Menlo Church

    Update: Here is a timeline of events. I remember telling my mom about the “Tony Jones debacle” (see this related post, or more usefully, see the links at the end) and stating: “I think Stephanie,” referring to Stephanie Drury of… Continue reading

  • A Brief Reflection on Easter Flowers

    Last night, my friend showed me a picture of a beautiful daffodil (see above) and pointed me to a hymn, “Now the Green Blade Rises.” It reminded me of a story, a story that feels Easter-appropriate. My mother tells me… Continue reading

    A Brief Reflection on Easter Flowers
  • Jean Vanier and Cancelling Our Darlings

    Like many of you, I imagine, the news about Jean Vanier reminds me of my own experiences with weighty, spiritual men—one especially. I haven’t seen him in a few years, but I think about him all the time. I am… Continue reading

    Jean Vanier and Cancelling Our Darlings
  • The Light I am Waiting For

    I was a teenager the first time I experienced the meaning of advent. My meaning-making didn’t happen at church but at home as I hid in my room, away from my family, from their fighting and screaming. I was angry—I… Continue reading

    The Light I am Waiting For
  • Toward an Agnostic-Humanistic Theology of Pastoral Care

    I do not experience belief in God at present, and I have not for several years, though I continue to value others’ experiences of God, including the experiences of my past selves. What I value most now, after God, is… Continue reading

    Toward an Agnostic-Humanistic Theology of Pastoral Care
  • Why I Write For WIT: Release

    Writing for WIT has been one part of a greater movement away from hoarding and clutching and toward “generously losing,” or maybe generously sharing, myself. Continue reading

    Why I Write For WIT: Release
  • On Being Retrained in Indulgence

    In my latest effort to retrain myself in indulgence, I have been taking baths, and I have been amusing myself with my childlike curiosity about my own body. My body isn’t something that I look at often and certainly not… Continue reading

    On Being Retrained in Indulgence
  • The Religious Significance of Anorexia

    I once interviewed at an eating disorder clinic, and the moment I walked in, I tensed and thought, “I would never get well here.” Continue reading

    The Religious Significance of Anorexia