I am so glad you’re here. My wish is that you will find this space to be an open and inclusive one encircled by loving energy. It was designed to give an idea of who I am and what my ministry looks like. In addition to biographical information and work experience, you will find some of my writings as well as video and audio recordings of sermons. May you find that at the end of your time here, your spirit has been lifted. I am grateful that you stopped by.
I have three solid values that have, together, served as a compass for me during most of my life and I endeavor, always, to have them at the center of my ministry. They are connection, authenticity and risk-taking. So with me, you will have a compassionate, caring, and candid minister to accompany you on your spiritual journey.
I could describe my life experience and my journey in so many ways, in so many words. However, I think this story, The Cracked Pot, perfectly encapsulates my seminary journey and my life in general.
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots. Each pot hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her shoulders. Every day, she used this device to carry water to her home.
One of the pots was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. The other had a deep crack in it and leaked. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this situation occurred daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, the cracked pot spoke to the woman one day by the stream, saying, “I am ashamed of myself because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”
The old woman smiled and replied, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walked back home you watered them and made them grow. For two years, I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table and give to my friends and neighbors. Without you being just the way you are, there would not have been this special beauty to grace our homes and lives.”
I think our “cracks” or imperfections allow us, when we let them, to be our best selves in ministry. I have learned to lean into my growing edges, and allow them to shape and mold me into a minister that is able to be both pastoral and prophetic. Moreover, we owe it to our fellow human beings to help them see, when they cannot for themselves, their value or worthiness, as the old woman did for the cracked pot. My heart is always gladdened when I am able to uplift another or to sit with them in their pain if that’s where they need to be for a bit. For mentioned and other reasons, “The Cracked Pot” serves as a guidepost for me.