Against the backdrop of the misty mountains, an older man carrying a hiking pack stands in front of a stone monument with the shape of a shell on its side; his heels balance on the edge of the rise of the hill and his eyes are downcast and reflective. The cover of one of myContinue reading “A Communal Lent”
Author Archives: Becca Kello
Finding a New Depth
There is something about that second lane; the second lane is my favorite: still in the shallow end, but not right next to the wall. Every pool I’ve ever swam in has held for me a favorite lane, and it’s usually for some of the same reasons. I don’t like to be in the wideContinue reading “Finding a New Depth”
Blessing and Curses: On Earth as it is in Heaven
Having a penchant for good stories, I love to read and also to watch TV. There are some shows whose characters are just so compelling and engaging and I can’t wait to follow along with their story. While my go-to will almost always be a well-written comedy like the Good Place or Parks and Rec,Continue reading “Blessing and Curses: On Earth as it is in Heaven”
If That Don’t Make You Love Your Body
Lying back in a supported bound angle pose, I opened my eyes to see the dim white of the ceiling and the still blades of the ceiling fan. It was this moment during my restorative yoga practice that I realized that I have forgotten how to have grace with my body. When I began toContinue reading “If That Don’t Make You Love Your Body”
Hard Won Love
The camera pans across a beautifully decorated church, flowers and candles are in abundance, beautiful people stand in front of a minister, who is inexplicably wearing the liturgical colors for a penitential season; yet as the couple gazes into each other’s eyes we hear the familiar, “Love is patient, love is kind, love is notContinue reading “Hard Won Love”
Baptized for the Boring
Like many of my stories, this one is set in a hospital in West Texas, it was a day before I hit a snag in my ordination process, and a patient, not three years older than me at the time had suffered a serious decline; inexplicably, a mosquito bite led to the development of theContinue reading “Baptized for the Boring”
Tell Me the Story
Growing up in a tradition that sang four-part harmony with no instrumental accompaniment, I learned to love signing quickly. Hymns are some of the fastest ways to learn something; singing about something is a sure-fire way to begin to internalize some of the great truths of this world. Christmas songs might be the greatest exampleContinue reading “Tell Me the Story”
Fear and Joy
Traveling the sparse distance between Boulder and Denver, we were in Colorado to visit friends and see the city; younger and much more suited to cross-country road trips, we pulled over in the middle of the night amidst that long stretch of road. The whole of our group climbed out of the car to wanderContinue reading “Fear and Joy”
Repentance and Freedom
Outside, it was blazing hot, the bright sun shined without relent as it does in the intensity of the Texas summer. Inside, though, it was dark; inside that hospital room, in the aftermath of his death, it was dark. His death was unexpected and heavy; it was an accident, and no one was prepared. PerhapsContinue reading “Repentance and Freedom”
Reflections
We sat at that same small square table covered in a vinyl tablecloth morning after morning and evening after evening. In the morning we would talk about the delicious breads that were for breakfast and how we slept; in the evening I would try to recount my day in what little Portuguese I knew. IContinue reading “Reflections”
