New Here?
     
About Sarah Condon

Episcopal clergy lady at St. Martin's Church, Houston. Mother to Neil and Annie. Wife to Josh.

Contact

Author Archive
    
    Heaven for Heretics: A Vision from Coco (and Memaw)

    Heaven for Heretics: A Vision from Coco (and Memaw)

    This past October my grandmother went home to Jesus. She was as faithful as they come and her absence has left a hole in the heart of our family. It is one that will not be filled this side of heaven.

    Her funeral was in a small Southern Baptist church with simply stained glass windows and one of the most pastoral preachers I have encountered. Really, we could not have asked for anything more beautiful.

    And yet, one thing stayed with me. And it’s not a complaint but more of a longing. There was very little mention of my grandfather,…

    Read More > > >

    I'm Going to Be Nothing: On Giving Up at a Christmas Pageant

    I’m Going to Be Nothing: On Giving Up at a Christmas Pageant

    When our daughter announced last week that she wanted to be “nothing” in the Christmas Pageant this year, I was like cool, cool. Totally fine. It’s just that you’re already assigned to be one of the angels. And you look like an actual angel. Oh, and your Dad is the minister at the church. But you do you, three year old.

    So when the other kids were all, “I’m going to be a sheep! I’m going to be Mary!” our daughter was all, “Imma be nupping.”

    This week I struggled with what I should bribe/threaten her with. I told…

    Read More > > >

    The Very Persistent Pirate: A Thank You Note from Houston

    Dear Mockingsupporters,

    This isn’t a normal post. I’m not here to talk about the wonders of Martin Luther or to tell you that Advent could be more chill. I am writing to thank you.

    Yesterday I visited our neighborhood school and talked with a room full of first graders about what it’s like to be a published author. This past fall, they worked for months writing and “publishing” their own books. The topics ranged from Pokémon to Cats to Jesus (“’cause it’s close to Christmas”). As St. Whitney profoundly sang, I do believe the children are our future.

    I fielded questions about what it is like to be a published author. I wanted to share some of my favorites with you:

    1. Does your book have any explosions in it?
    2. Did you know that the Mockingbird is the state bird of Texas?
    3. I have a sister named Maddy.

    Of course, in talking about being a published author, there was no way I could actually read from my own book. Not only is Churchy not public school safe, it’s not really “safe church” either. Besides, it didn’t seem like the place to offer the little girls a cautionary tale about the difficulties of being a mother and a priest.

    Anyway.

    When they asked me to spend some time with the kids I knew immediately the book I had to read: Mockingbird’s own The Very Persistent Pirate. It casts a picture of grace that is foreign to most of us in this frightening world. The Kid in the story keeps doing the wrong thing and the Pirate continues in his persistent generosity. They even have a party at the end. I needed to hear it more than the children did.

    Plus, The Persistent Pirate has the word “booty” in it no less than 4 times. Which is a real riot when you are 7.

    But these are not just any kids at any school. These are kids at a school in Houston. They are from neighborhoods that were hit particularly hard by Hurricane Harvey. Many of their houses flooded which meant that entire childhood libraries were lost. Many of you donated to make sure that every one of those first graders received their own copy of The Very Persistent Pirate. So thank you.

    As one little girl exclaimed to me, “YOU MEAN WE GET TO TAKE IT HOME?!”

    Yes. Yes you do.

    Grateful,

    Sarah

    Praise the Lord: I Saw the Light (this Advent)

    Praise the Lord: I Saw the Light (this Advent)

    Its official, men are no longer sure what they can say. Last week an elderly gentleman complimented my outfit and then promptly recanted and apologized. Little did he know that as a 35 year old mother of two zoo animals, I actually appreciate being told I look nice. Nonetheless, I suppose we will all just stand around and not interact. That should take care of everything.

    The surprise and outrage are jarring to me. Who finds it surprising that this has happened? That sexual deviancy is rampant? That women, still relatively new to the workplace, have been treated horribly?…

    Read More > > >

    Thanksgiving: A Personal History

    Thanksgiving: A Personal History

    There were the countless Thanksgivings of my childhood spent in the Mississippi Delta. There’s nothing better than farm country in the fall. Harvest has happened and deer hunting season is in full effect. I remember the adults being cavalier with their joy. I would sneak beers, and I once almost lit my Memaw’s house on fire when I was playing with matches. That was not all in the same year.
    Once, in high school, my mom decided we should get up at East Jesus in the Morning and drive to the Baptist Mission Church in downtown Jackson to feed the homeless a Thanksgiving…

    Read More > > >

    Lord God, From Even Our Motives, Save Us

    Lord God, From Even Our Motives, Save Us

    This past Sunday was the kind of Sabbath that heals me. It was All Saints Sunday, my husband preached about my grandmother, and the church was full of loud children. During communion, a guy played “Amazing Grace” on the horn. It was a taste of heaven.

    And then I turned on the radio in my car and heard about the horrific church shooting, just a few hours away from us, in Sutherland Springs, Texas. And then I turned the radio off.

    My heart felt too full of heartache. The vision of babies being shot to death in a Baptist church was more…

    Read More > > >

    Volunteering to Love My Kids and to Eat Donuts

    Volunteering to Love My Kids and to Eat Donuts

    This is the time of year when my email inbox becomes full of “invitations” for me to volunteer. We have our children in two different schools, with different ways of doing things. And there is a steady stream of electronic missives with subjects lines like: Fall Festival, Donuts with Dad, and Pep Rally. Which has got me thinking, aren’t women in my neighborhood thin enough? Why can’t we have donuts too?

    It also has me wondering if I am the only mother completely overwhelmed by the onslaught of participation asks. It can feel that way. Is everyone signing up to bring…

    Read More > > >

    Reformation Celebration: I Will Drink Your Tears With My Champagne

    Reformation Celebration: I Will Drink Your Tears With My Champagne

    In late October, every year, without fail, a group of well-meaning people (men) in mainline denominations go into an official state of mourning because the anniversary of the Protestant Reformation is fast approaching. They bemoan (this particular) schism in the church. They talk a lot about Christian Unity (preferably with people who vote the same way they do).

    This October is going to be especially difficult for them, because it marks the 500th Anniversary of the Reformation. Sad.

    Meanwhile, the Rev. Mrs. Condon (wife of the Rev. Mr. Condon) will be somewhere all:

    I first noticed this we-don’t-feel-good-about-the-Reformation gang when I was in…

    Read More > > >

    Seven Tips for Winning an Argument with Your Spouse

    Seven Tips for Winning an Argument with Your Spouse

    The subtitle in the Love & Death Issue is, naturally, “How to Bring Hell into Your Household.”  

    1. Ignore initial pesky feeling that you might be wrong.

    If you are thinking to yourself that this is the moment to apologize, forget about it. You started this riot in the street and you are damn well going to finish it. Double down on your argument by 1000% Even if (especially if) you no longer believe it.

    2. Ask questions you already know the answer to.

    Did you even read that book I suggested? How many drinks have you had?…

    Read More > > >

    Memo From Houston: What Harvey Taught Me

    Memo From Houston: What Harvey Taught Me

    One week you will be doing ballet barre classes and drinking self-righteousness smoothies and the next week you will be hunkered down on a couch in your native Mississippi, crying into your 6am Jimmy Dean pancake on a stick, while endlessly watching the Weather Channel.
    When your husband sends you and your kids away from Houston, you will not see him again for two weeks. You will have brought enough clothing for two days. You will stay with the most generous people you know until you and your family have officially worn out your loudass welcome. And then you will need…

    Read More > > >

    The Alt-Right Are Zombies. Stay with Me.

    The Alt-Right Are Zombies. Stay with Me.

    Think about it. They are wandering the streets. They want to destroy those who are not like them. They are screaming for blood. And they are obviously terrifying.

    Christians have put out responses all over the map on this one. Tina Fey (a churchgoing Lutheran) has suggested we yell our anger into sheet cakes. Many of my colleagues have taken to the streets to show great love in the face of hate. Also, word on the street is that Beth Moore is pissed at these guys, too.

    Believers are rightly upset. Racism is undeniably a sin. And apparently the alt-right missed the…

    Read More > > >

    Option B: A Primer for When Life Falls Apart

    Option B: A Primer for When Life Falls Apart

    When Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In debuted, I was in seminary with a newborn baby and an hour and a half commute. People in my life who did not have children at home were telling me to read her book right and left. “Its so insightful!” the empty nesters told me. “Women really can have it all!” well-meaning, but childless people insisted.

    Admittedly, I did not buy the book. I saw Sandberg interviewed a handful of times and thought, “I spend most of my nights getting a baby to bed. And then I fall asleep into an account of the…

    Read More > > >