Category: Cathy Norman Peterson

Help My Unbelief

By Cathy Norman Peterson After 9/11 I remember tearing up listening to the words of “America the Beautiful.” In those days of shared national tragedy and mourning, asking God to shed his grace on all of us together was a prayer that rose up from the depths of darkness and ashes. It felt appropriate and…

Who Would Jesus Shoot?

By Cathy Norman Peterson Spike Lee’s forthcoming film about gun violence in Chicago is titled, controversially, Chiraq. The term comes from a sociologist’s observation that in a recent decade, the homicide rate in one Chicago neighborhood nearly matched the civilian deaths at the peak of the Iraq war. My city leads both New York City…

This Is My Body, Broken

By Cathy Norman Peterson I used to steal my sister’s clothes in high school. My entrepreneurial brother was happy to rent us his sweaters for $5 a day, but my sister and I were a bit less methodical. Many mornings after she left for her early class, I snuck into her room and “borrowed” something—maybe…

Everyone an Outsider

By Cathy Norman Peterson When I was a terribly shy pre-teen, my mother got me some cassette tapes on adolescence by James Dobson. This was before he was a political power monger, and I remember listening to them raptly while I ironed my father’s shirts in the basement and my mother worked on sewing projects.…

He? She? It?

By Cathy Norman Peterson Something bugs me about how we talk about the Holy Spirit. We evangelicals typically refer to two members of the Trinity as masculine. God the Father, God the Son—both male, both “he.” But when we get to the third Person of the Trinity, we flounder, casting about for the right word.…