Author: Breanna Lane

I'm sitting outside at my in-law's place -- where we've decided to camp out as we find a place to live and all the other things that come with moving -- and I hear the faint sound of a small airplane over me. I look between the trees and smile as it passes by. I… Continue reading Arriving →

I'm having a hard time with the lights, the cameras, and the action. I'm discovering, actually, that I need a little less of it all. Because, when the baptisms start, I want to hear the splash as a body meets water, and a sprinkle of release when it rises. I want to hear the cries… Continue reading Looking Forward →

I cannot forget her face. It was the four of us, all dressed in magenta gowns, playing the Waiting Game -- you know, that endless motion of looking at the clock -- in the doctors office. Then a woman interrupted the silence to say something silly to another woman. Initially, I was irked. Although I… Continue reading Joining the Suffering of the Saints →

There's no one way to say goodbye to the place I've called home for seven years. Chicago has been the first place -- ever -- that I got to call my own. Growing up, I moved every two years of my little life. The only part that felt consistent was how our moves bopped us… Continue reading Seven Years in Chicago →

Richard Rohr talks about how it’s important for us to see others model God or Jesus. Whether it’s Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Mother Teresa or Rachel Held Evans, they are the most seemingly tangible piece of reality that points back to a Creator. They are people who fought good fights and ran good races.… Continue reading Rachel Held Evans →

As I read through Jesus' capture, what struck me the most had nothing to do with Jesus. It had to do with Judas. I think it's so easy to skim over and move forward with the narrative, but Judas hanged himself. We have the act of suicide in scripture. Before Jesus was even nailed to… Continue reading Holy Week (4) →

The headline I read this morning still brings me a mix of rage and deep sadness: Trump attorney general's ruling expands indefinite detention for asylum seekers "Indefinite detention" as in, we -- the most developed country in the world -- have the power and capability to hold others against their will. Of course, we don't… Continue reading Holy Week (3) →

There must have been such an immense pressure to know who you are, and to also know who you are not. I wonder how Jesus interpreted the waving palms, the cries of both joy and desperation, and excitement of the crowds that surrounded him. It was clear now that he had the attention of not… Continue reading Holy Week (2) →

It is officially the start of Holy Week. If I'm honest, I've barely taken the time to acknowledge this Lenten season. I was not intentional about giving up something tangible or even my time. If I did some conscience digging, I'm sure to find an excuse layered in new motherhood and the happiness that Instagram… Continue reading Holy Week (1) →

If you know me well, you know I can walk into any room and tell you what's wrong with it or how I would have done things. This isn't a trait I'm particularly proud of either. I tell you this because it isn't skepticism I'm showing -- it's pure judgment of how I believe something… Continue reading Healthy Skepticism: Church Edition →