Collette Broady Grund

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  • To Abolish The Things That Are

    Sermon from February 1, 2026, based on Micah 6:1-8, I Corinthians 1: 18-31, and Matthew 5:1-12 Some weeks, the assigned readings from our Revised Common Lectionary give us so little to say, so little that relates to the world around us, and a preacher might struggle to find a point that people can hold onto.…

  • Trauma

    It’s strange, the things your brain holds onto. I don’t often think about the day that Marrett died anymore, but when I do, it’s the same images. His dog cowering under the table watching helplessly while I do CPR. The sound of KFAN, his favorite sports radio show playing behind the instructions of the 911…

  • Uninspired

    What helps when you’re not sure your work actually matters? This is the question I posed to a group of colleagues a couple weeks ago when my brain, heart and spirit were sluggish with weeks of constant work, a heavy administrative load, and the unmourned (by me) death of a beloved retired pastor in my…

  • Lost

    A sermon on Luke 15 and feeling lost in the violence of last week I’ve always been a person who loses things. My mom would be glad to tell you stories of all the winter coats and mittens I lost as a kid. I’ve lost my wallet 4 times. I lose my keys at least…

  • To Hatcher Pass

    Midnight, mist rolling in across the mountain tops, it’s unclear whether the water speckling my glasses is rain or the fingerprints of passing clouds. Either way, I can barely see, as I watch the campfire slowly turning to ash amidst the drizzle. My brother’s in the orange REI tent on the other side of the…

  • 5th 6/28

    The dread has been building inside me for weeks, since I first thought about this fifth deathiversary months ago. Tonight, on the eve of his death date, my grief was chiggers under my skin, itching, hatching, looking for a way out of its incubating chamber. I got in bed early, hoping to sleep my way…

  • Let it hurt

    “It’s not that big a deal. Other people have it worse” “It’s probably for the best. They were in so much pain and now that’s over.” “There are other fish in the sea. We didn’t know each other that long anyway.” These are things said to me just this week as I listened to people…

  • Resurrection Requires Death

    It’s been a weird week. At the same time I was attending a church member on hospice in his last days, the first daffodil bloomed at my new house. This weekend marked both the anniversary of all the Covid shut downs, as well as the anniversary of my first marriage. A year ago I was…

  • Ornamental

    It’s late and I’m gazing with tired eyes at my Christmas tree, laden with ornaments, decked with stories of years past. The grief mingles with happy memories as my eyes slide over the Peter Rabbit glass ball from the year of my birth, miraculously whole after 46 Christmases. I miss my aunt Sally whose noodle…

  • Unromantic Partner Vision Board

    Eighteen months ago, while trying to reconstruct my personal future, I wrote a vision board for my future romantic partner. If you follow this blog, you’ll have read that post already.It was a beautiful vision, and I am still compelled by it.  But as I come into a new season of understanding myself and my…