Becca Kello

The Camino Begins!

Bags are packed, and I fly out tomorrow morning!! I pray that these wise words from someone in the youth group will sustain me on this long journey.

I still have thirty or so hand-written letters from my grandmother. With crystal clarity, I can imagine the sweeping flow of her loose cursive that told me of the weather in Indianapolis or news from the family. While I didn’t totally get it at the age of 18, my parents had encouraged me to writeContinue reading “Troubled Hearts”

Conversion and Conviction

Throughout my whole life, I have suffered from migraines; if you, too, share in this somewhat unpredictable, inexplicable cycle of pain, then you probably know about all the ways in which migraines can rear their head into our lives. Whether it’s light or noise sensitivity, or ocular symptoms or auras, each migraine sufferer has aContinue reading “Conversion and Conviction”

Every Stitch A Prayer

I can’t quite describe when it happened, but there was a moment in the planning, preparation, and dreaming about making this pilgrimage that I began to realize that it wasn’t just a daydream, but that plans were being made, items bought, and plane tickets booked. I can’t exactly pinpoint when this moment hit me, butContinue reading “Every Stitch A Prayer”

And the Camino Begins

The smell of the pine-baked forrest of late Spring reminds me not only of all the paths I’ve taken, but of all the prayers I’ve prayed while walking through the woods. The bright sun lights the path through the bare trees as the low-lying ferns and tiny wildflowers burst to life along trail, calling meContinue reading “And the Camino Begins”

An Idle Tale

It has seemed to me that this Holy Week is hitting differently for almost everyone. I’ve heard both locally from our parish, but also from wider sources that this is a deeper and richer spiritual experience than it has been in the past, perhaps because we haven’t been able to fully walk this week togetherContinue reading “An Idle Tale”

Be What You See

I remember exactly where I was sitting the first time I heard the words that Saint Augustine used to describe communion. The back pew of a tiny chapel that creaked a little when you knelt to pray; I remember the white stone walls and the old stained glass that shined in on that sunny WednesdayContinue reading “Be What You See”

Mary and Judas

Whenever I visit folks in the hospital, I follow the signs that are everywhere – Foam In/Foam Out; maybe this is something you’ve noticed in your own times visiting or being in a hospital, or maybe you don’t have any sort of framework for what this instruction might mean. But in all hospitals now,Continue reading “Mary and Judas”

Vulnerability in the Wilderness

One of my favorite hymns in our tradition is “I sing a song of the saints of God;” in it the author of the hymn text writes about the saints of God and that God is helping us to be one too. My love for this hymn was shaped by the Episcopal Church atContinue reading “Vulnerability in the Wilderness”

Dying, yet Alive

There is something about the experiences I’ve had in life, or my natural bent to be at home in grief, that allows me to be very comfortable with death. It comes with the territory of being a priest, and it was what provided my first nudge toward seminary and ministry. The first time I satContinue reading “Dying, yet Alive”