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The Church Doesn't Need Me Anymore
As Vintage21 Church has grown, one aspect I have struggled with is that the church no longer needs me. When there were only a hundred or so of us, we could see our handiwork in the physical space. We looked at a wall and knew that Scooby spent countless hours on the carpentry. We looked up at the massive burlap…
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Church Cynicism
When Vintage21 opened the doors to a “what do you look for in a church?” group discussion in 2002, I was there. I moved with the church from a theater in Cary, to a school in Cary, to Harget Street, to Oberlin Street and then back to Harget Street. I’ve been with it as it grew from 40 to 1400…
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Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
The Handmade Market today was fun and exhausting. I was happy to have the company of Joe, Sarah, my sister-in-law, and a handful of friends that stopped by to look and chat. I didn’t sell as many pieces as I predicted, but I met a lot of people, gave away plenty business cards and took some cues as to what…
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The Handmade Market Makes for a Busy Week
If you don’t follow www.paigepuckettpottery.com, then you may have missed that I am selling my wares at The Handmade Market this Saturday in downtown Raleigh. Joe and I did a glaze firing this past weekend, and I am finally up to my goal of having 40-50 pieces for the show. I have no idea what to expect with respect to…
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In Darkness
In darkness, I am seen. The most profound moments of my life happen in bed (If I could end the sentence there, it would just be too funny) … while I can’t sleep and am left alone with my thoughts. Since high school, I have struggled with insomnia and what I believe to be depression, and night time has always…
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Not About Me
Eight years ago, I was lying on a bed with my head the largest square pillow I had ever seen. The windows of the bedroom were open slightly – a compromise of mosquitoes and stagnant heat of the non-air conditioned communist block housing in the middle of the summer. I was alone in the room, and my host Romanian family…
