Collette Broady Grund

This was originally published in the fall of 2020 by The Disrupt Worship Project. Though the Joseph story can be resonant for many life situations, today it feels like a story about what happens when the favored child of a church dares to speak God’s vision of change to those they have only known as…

People have always told me I want too much. Mostly church people, who should know better since they follow a God who is known for wanting WAY TOO MUCH, including the love and loyalty of stiff-necked humans. It started when I was young and wanted to be a professional singer (I still want that, by…

I’m on the plane back to Minnesota from a week spent preparing my parent’s to move from my childhood home. I expected to experience some grief in that process, and I did, a little. But only at the picture wall I’d forgotten, on which hung every family photo Marrett and I had taken, an inadvertent…

This is the beginning exercise and the ending blessing of the third session of my Grief Lectionary study, based on Scripture from 1 Kings 19. Gather from your memory, recent or long-past, the days that moved like molasses, when even the air seemed to weigh you down, where moving at all, let along forward, felt…

Last night, I reached a new milestone in my grief. Marrett visited me in a dream, but even in the dream we both knew that he was dead. He looked dead. He smelled dead. He even tasted dead (yes, he kissed me in the dream and it was gross). But he sounded so very alive.…

This is the ending of the first session of my Grief Lectionary curriculum, tested today with a group of clergy. It is based both on the psychological ideas of flooding, as an emotional state that leads to a fight/freeze/flight response, and the biblical images of flooding from the Noah story and baptismal imagery. When the…

Starting this Friday, I will be testing a six-week curriculum that’s been developing in my heart and head for a couple years now. I don’t know whether to call it a bible study or a grief group, though it might best be called both. Essentially, it’s a snapshot of how I’ve discovered that Scripture can…

You have been told you are nothing, maybe, by those who should have loved you and protected you. You have been laid low by their words, maybe even their fists or feet, lying like the dust beaten out of a rug. You have been left to settle on whatever surfaces were nearby, neglect piling bit…

A sermon for the First Sunday in Advent, on Jeremiah 29:1, 4-14. Preached at Redeemer Lutheran Church, Good Thunder, MN A lot has changed since I was here with you all last, some for the better and a whole lot for the worse. I would guess, given that we’ve been living in the midst of…