“The words you speak become the house you live in.” -Hafiz
Hey y’all! My name is Carrie. I’m a recovering rule-follower, a life-long United Methodist whose now pseudo-Episcopalian, and I usually have the loudest laugh in the room.
I love good books, strong coffee, road trips, knitting, and the Kansas City Royals.
I’m a typical twenty-something liberal arts major, with degrees in English and Religious Studies from the University of Texas. I spent a year living out of a backpack, where I saw a good bit of this wide world and only picked up one parasite along the way. Now I’m a Texas girl living in Seattle, interning with the Episcopal Service Corps.
“I would always rather be happy than dignified.” -Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
My favorite part of Christianity is communion. It’s the thing that keeps me coming back when I’m weary and doubtful. When I take communion, I think of the table at a wedding that’s the center of attention, the one with too many chairs squeezed around it and kids running underfoot and too-loud laughter. The table that always has room for more.
Communion is an act of radical love, a physical representation of the intimate, wild love the Lord has for us. Jesus invites us to the table, the one that always has room for more.
This blog is where I write about communion, rebellion, joy, anxiety, books, liturgy, queerness, and grace- always grace. Because at the center of the rebel table is a holy feast, that tastes like yeast and bittersweet wine, and says “here there is room for you.”