I still subscribe to Dictionary.com’s word of the day emails. I have since I was a senior in high school and I first got an email account. But, I don’t always check the word of the day. I feel as if just by receiving the emails, my vocabulary should be growing, but I don’t think it is… because I rarely open the emails. Today, however, rather than deleting it before opening it, I left it in my mailbox. It was just… too good.

Rubberneck. I learned this word years ago because… my mom was one of those drivers who slowed down to find out what was happening. I swear in another life she was supposed to be a cheesy private detective or something – she just likes to know what’s going on.

Because I didn’t really give you a taste of what this word means, here it is:

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Tata for now.


An Open Letter to a church I love. (Is there room for me?)

Sharece Michelle Bunn:

I don’t often reblog, but I appreciate the response and support people are showing for Dr. Oord. Churches shouldn’t silence, shouldn’t hate. So why do they?

Originally posted on Michael Palmer:

New-LogoTo the leaders of our Nazarene tribe,

It’s been a tough few months for us, hasn’t it? We’ve been through a lot together.

We’ve read about our family in the pages of newspapersmore than once. We’ve felt the effects of strong disagreement, feelings of betrayal, and the need for apologies from others and from myself. We’ve accused, we’ve repented, and done all within our power to be reconciled once more.

These stories, however, are beginning to pile up: NPH, MNU (Randy Beckum), NNU (Tom Oord).

If I’m being honest, as an ordained pastor, I really don’t know where to go from here.  I’m really, truly at a loss for words.

I think it goes without saying, that many issues like the ones we’ve recently faced require a great deal of discretion. I also know that leaders in high positions are forced to make decisions which are unpopular, but are…

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Religious Challenge at NNU

In my first day of my theology class in college, my theology professor told me that he used to be an atheist. I was shocked. Blasphemy! was the word that cycled through my head. I’m at a Christian college – why would they hire someone who wasn’t a Christian? I wondered. What I didn’t realize in that first class was that my faith was nothing if it couldn’t be challenged or shaken. Over the course of the semester, my professor inspired me to critically think about faith, religion, and theology so that I was able to realize that I myself chose my faith and it was not something I merely adopted from my parents as had been my political party and college choice.

Today, that professor who has inspired many students to think critically and challenge their ways of knowing is being laid off. His departure is apparently due to low numbers in the philosophy and religion numbers, which I find quite odd. Last night, I actually spent some time on NNU’s website to get ready for my globalization class. NNU’s entire mission is centered on evangelism and service to the world by spreading spirituality and offering aid where needed. So… theology and religion should be a big part of that, right? Wouldn’t it make sense to increase marketing and outreach for theology and religion majors? Maybe not. Maybe NNU will become a university that closes its theology and religion department? That would seem weird, especially since God is the main subject they teach throughout the university, what with chapel three times a week and prayer before many classes. But perhaps that’s what’s happening: theology is just dead at NNU.

Or perhaps NNU is letting go of their tenured faculty member because he encourages people to think and challenge the faith they have had fed to them by their parents, friends, or clergymen. Tom Oord is not a heretic. Tom Oord is a person who teaches college students to think and challenge themselves. If this means that a few students leave the faith because they realize what they thought they knew had no foundation, so be it. They may come back. A professor’s job is not to dump information into students’ brains so that they can do what we ask them to but rather to get students to think in new ways and grow their knowledge and understanding.

NNU’s decision to lay off Tom Oord is a bad move. If the school is so afraid of getting students to think, I really question the school’s position in higher education. If you’re not challenging students, what are you doing? Seriously.

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Highlight of the Week

School consumes my life. I talk about homework all the time. I usually only hang out with my classmates. In general, my life as a student is pretty boring. That’s probably why I got so excited when I got a special email the other day.

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In case you can’t see the image – I got a message from DISTRICT 13! For those of you not caught up with the awesomeness of the Hunger Games trilogy, District 13 isn’t supposed to exist. That is, of course, until they jump out of their underground tunnels to change the world. Don’t worry though – there are some fascinating twists and turns along the way, but I don’t believe in spoilers (most of the time) so I will keep my mouth shut.

The thing to pay attention to, my friends, is that the Mockingjay is alive (as the image says) and that I was on the list of people to tell…

Yep – when your life is school, it’s the little things that count!

Tata for now.


Up Before Dawn

The one thing I’ve never really enjoyed about traveling is jet lag. It’s a silly thing to grump about, but seriously. I woke up at 3:30 and have pretty much been awake ever since.

The cool thing is that it’s Sunday morning so I can hear the church service down on the beach (they use a megaphone or something – could you imagine this flying in the U.S.?). It’s in Hindi so I don’t understand a word but I am still incredibly grateful to wake up to the sound of people making meaning of their lives and burning incense.




Oh Sweet Kerala.

Tonight, I’m typing from Kerala, a southern state of India where the resorts are many and the Indian Ocean surrounds.

This land is beautiful and the weather is making my white skin get sticky with sweat and bugs. I am excited to officially begin our class tomorrow – today was just a day to hang out and rest.

I’m glad this trip is giving me the chance to think and reflect about life, love, and the world. It’s sad to think that I don’t make time to do this enough in my own town and space, but I’m grateful that I get to do some of this on my journey here in India.

Until next time



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Greetings from Mumbai, India!

Right now, I’m sitting in a bar stool at the airport food court, charging my iPhone and typing this out to all of you. By the time it posts, I hope to be showered and fresh smelling and no longer wearing my once-beloved homework hoodie that now smells of two-day journey and airplane curry.

Mumbai is a mystery. I won’t really get to explore the city for a few more days. This nine-hour layover ended up being one of those, hang out in the chair, try to sleep, attempt to read, sort of layovers in which I failed to complete any of the tasks to my expectations. That’s ok though because I’m in India!

India is my newest adventure, an adventure that may begin with me traveling alone but that will allow me to connect to other graduate scholars from New York University and investigate higher education in India. Did you know that by the year 2030, India is going to have the most sophisticated system of higher education in the world? Watch out America! You’re about to be surpassed!

This trip to India is really a graduate school kind of trip. I have plenty of homework, things to read, and some serious things to write, but I’m also using it as a bit of a cleansing experience. 2014 was an interesting year in my life and honestly, I’m hoping that 2015 can be a bit more joyful for me. Thus, I’ve been journaling frantically since I first got on the plane. I want to remember the things I’m seeing and reflect on the nonsense I write down when I look back at the journal later. For example, isn’t it interesting that I saw a female adult pick her nose here at the airport? I’m pretty sure I’d never seen something like that before. If I had, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen it hidden behind Kleenex or napkins so as to hide the fact that the woman was human. This woman in Mumbai had no fear. She stuck the whole finger up her nose to readjust whatever needed adjusting. Way to go. Maybe with some practice, I can conquer my fears as well. Watch out, world! Sharece is going to stop saying sorry for every single little thing! WOOT! WOOT!

So anyway, I’ve decided to write about India on THIS blog because it’s much too conversational to fit my advisor’s standards for my CSSA blog. Enjoy it, y’all!

Tata for now.


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Surge is Back.

Come one, come all! Liquid glue sticks are back on the market! You can get your 12-pack for just $14 on Amazon! Holy cow!

Screen Shot 2014-11-16 at 7.15.19 AMOk. In all fairness, I was a total Surge fan… for all of six minutes, back in 8th grade when it was actually on the market. But Surge was never as good as … you know… air? The only reason I was a fan was because the cans looked cool. But again, the cans looked cool in the 90s. It’s 2014 now. How have people convinced Coca-Cola to rerelease Surge? They must be from Portland where the 90s culture is alive and well.

Tata for now.


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Trains in Eastern Europe

This morning, I heard a story on NPR that reminded me of the old days in Ukraine. This was the story of David Greene, author of the book, Midnight in Siberia: A Train Journey into the Heart of Russia. David told Steve Inskeep about the “dorm room” that is a Russian third-class train. People step on your face to get on the top bunk. Everyone drinks vodka and brings their own food on the train. And I’m not sure how well he described the stench, but it is ripe in those trains.

What David didn’t mention is that there is a worse level of train. It’s the fourth-class cattle train. I got tickets to the cattle train for my friend Jeremy and I to travel on at 11 PM one night from Vinnytsia to Kyiv. It was completely packed and smelled like farm. There weren’t any cows, but there were more people than any sanitation committee should allow in one space. That was the last time my friend ever let me buy our train tickets.

Traveling third-class is a step up, in my experience, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t ridiculous. My brother-in-law calls this experience “hell train.” I don’t see it that way, but I understand the discomfort. In the middle of summer, third-class Eastern European trains are rough. They’re stinky. Too many people are eating sausage and tomatoes and they’re downing it with vodka. The toilets are gross and dirty and these “restroom” areas have no toilet paper or soap to help people clean up their messes.

When I was first in Peace Corps Ukraine, Peace Corps paid for second-class tickets to Kyiv for medical appointments. I never shelled out the cash but saved it for travel and fun expenses; third-class worked for me. But when I returned four years later, they had downgraded us all to third-class trains and at that point, the trains were more worn and a bit stinkier. Thanks, Peace Corps.

I hope that some of my other friends from Ukraine or my former grad school buddy who is a Russiophile heard this story because seriously, someone needs to laugh about this guy’s whining. Suck it up, Dave, and eat your borsch without complaint!

Note to readers: I fully intend to read Dave’s book and appreciate that he shared interesting tid-bits on NPR this morning. I’m sure it’ll be a great read!

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Becoming One’s Biggest Fear

Yesterday, I joined my brother for Book Club in Beaverton. I didn’t actually read the book. I would like to blame grad school for this, but in reality I can only blame myself for being in grad school and thus not having or taking time to read the scary book. My brother was chill about it. He gave me a summary of the book and had created questions about themes and subjects that didn’t require a full reading of the text. We were able to have book club.

So in this book that I didn’t read a lot of supernatural things happened. It’s set in New Orleans where the water infects people with an Elysium parasite. Once someone is infected, they can control other peoples’ minds. When the sicky takes over the mind of someone they either love or hate, the person whose mind they’re taking over will transform into their biggest fear. My brother asked a question about this.

What’s your biggest fear? What would you turn into?

I made him answer first. He said something about a spiderlike creature (he’s deathly afraid of spiders). Then he asked me. I tilted my head, trying to figure out how to explain my thoughts. And then I said it. “Becoming one of the ladies from Grey Gardens.”

In case you didn’t know, the ladies from Grey Gardens are the ultimate cat ladies. Not only do they have pet cats, they feed raccoons in their attic and hoard pretty much everything. I do NOT want to become one of these women. I’m hoping that my second master’s degree (and my new shoes) will help me avoid the possibility of becoming like the two Edith Beales.

What about you? What’s your biggest fear?

Tata for now!


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