SHARON BECK-DORAN

My deep thoughts need a little time to marinate this week, so I dug into my files from way back when and decided to do a...

I’ve come to realize that breaking up is a process. A couple of months after I broke up with Biff he called drunk and begging for me to...

When I left church ministry in 2008, it was wonderful to go to church and not be in charge of anything. I tried going back to my...

Up until 2009, I had a MySpace blog where I shared anecdotes from the single life and reflections on faith. Kind of like this, but...

I was a late bloomer. I went to a small Christian high school. There were three boys and twelve girls in my graduating class. Because the...

This post is better experienced as an audio recording. I encourage you to click the PodCast link at the top of the page and give it a...

Growing up I didn’t really know there were other kinds of churches. I knew there were Catholics. I guess there were Mormons and Jehovah’s...

Although I haven’t been employed with the title of Pastor since 2018, I still think of myself as a pastor.

I was born in 1981. My parents transplanted from red-dirt Oklahoma to sunny California in the middle of the hippie movement.

Picking up where I left off, talking about change. If you haven’t read part 1, you can find it here: https://www.relevantfaithjourney.com...

Sometimes change comes softly to us. Sometimes we run after change like a gazelle in an open meadow. And sometimes change comes at you...

Depending on the day, humanity offers profound inspiration or embarrassing disappointment (as in, “Gosh these humans really suck.”) Some...

It was a very hot summer day. I think I was around 3 years old. Our church, led by my dad the pastor, had organized a group to picket the...

There are a large number of good men who don’t realize they have sexually harassed and abused women. Sex education from my conservative...

Adam is fine with quarantine. In fact, I think he could live this way for like ever. Except for me being fairly difficult to isolate with.

I have felt like a pilgrim on an adventure, and I know how to trust that God will go with me. But what is it to stay?

I broke up with my boyfriend of 8 months on Thanksgiving Day, 2012. It had been my longest lasting relationship at a time when most of my...

I start with my confession. I have given a polite nod to racism, I see you insignificantly hiding in the corner, but no real consideration.

Budgeting with a spouse is tough work. When income is uneven and unpredictable, well, there could be ugly crying sometimes.

And so, this little girl grew up and became a lady who inherited the internal censorship of a third-generation pastor.