Heather Mayer, MSF

I had coffee this morning with a lifelong friend and her two youngest children while my own and her older two were in school. In middle and high school, we were the two in our friend group who were the “goody goody” Christian girls who attended the large Evangelical churches with our families. We have… Continue reading Loving into Safety

Every few weeks I write the newsletter for our church, and I have decided to start cross-posting them here! Enjoy! I am a Sesame Street kid. I grew up with Gordon and Maria, learning to count to 10 in Spanish through song and how to dance myself to sleep with Ernie. While watching the Christmas… Continue reading Cascade Church Newsletter

I still remember the details of my morning when five years ago yesterday, the Supreme Court ruled to legalize gay marriage across the country. My four-year old daughter was playing with blocks and mermaid toys. My infant son was cooing in his bouncy chair. I poured black coffee into a rainbow mug and posted a… Continue reading Pride

I wonder how you are doing today. I wonder what the pace of your heart feels like in your chest. I wonder if you are choosing to shower and get dressed, or if you are taking today (and yesterday, and perhaps tomorrow) to stay in your pajamas. I wonder, are you asking yourself “what is… Continue reading Bravery in the Time of Covid-19

Evangelical Christianity has a language. You might speak it yourself, or maybe you’ve at least heard it. But we tend to say things with a kind of “I’m in the club” jargon that helps us all know what we are talking about. This is lingo like “born again”, “once saved, always saved”, and “speaking in… Continue reading Fallen Away

I remember sitting in my second-grade class, my favorite elementary school teacher walking languidly between our desks on a warm, end of the school year day. It was a private, Lutheran school in mostly Hispanic town, but all the faces around me were white. In second grade, none of that registered. The thing that makes… Continue reading Flying Flags

Confession: I am the worst, WORST parent when it comes to keeping squeaky clean children. I think Josie washes her hair once a week. Maybe twice. And Carter…well he’s perpetual stinky feet because socks are annoying (I have to admit I feel him there) and now that summer is upon us, I don’t quite know… Continue reading

I should be paying bills. Or doing dishes. Or calling the church about my volunteer schedule. But I’m not, because opportunities to spill my brain’s overload into actual words on paper are happening…well let’s face it- it’s NOT happening right now. I was going to say like 5% of the time and that’s just a… Continue reading Middle of the Pack