Leanne has been the Lead Pastor of Mount Hamilton Baptist Church for sixteen years. She is also a writer and a frequent speaker at conferences and retreats around the country. Besides her general work at leannefriesen.com, Leanne also hosts the Instagram page "grieving.room" where she seeks to create space to process loss for grievers and those who want to support them.
I’m gonna just say this flat out: I felt a leetle bit of excitement when I read the first reading from Numbers today.
I know that doesn’t make me look good. I know that this is one of those stories that we are supposed to struggle with in Scripture, and I promise that I do…
One summer when I worked at camp, there was something that happened that became one of our favourite laugh-out-loud stories. It involved a sweet little boy whose name was Kenneth…
Today, as I read Isaiah 35, I thought of a few things. I found myself remembering the actions of an old Sunday School song we used to sing using the words of these verses – miming putting a crown on our heads, making motions of sweeping as we talked about sadness and joy fleeing away, and giggling as we would sweep our hands towards the friends around us, turning the song into a game...…
The first Christmas after my sister died, I wasn’t prepared for how alone and isolated I felt. It started in November when I went to our local Santa Claus parade, where my son’s beaver troop was going
I’ve been ruminating on this post for a while now, and I’m still not sure I’m quite ready to express all that my heart is feeling. But soon other things will be upon us, as happens in normal church life, and I realize that before long the radical thing that just happened in my little church will be so normal
I always talk about following Jesus as the way to life, and I believe that deep down in my bones. I also know deep down in those same bones that the way to this life often starts with death – as annoying as that can be. The last couple of years of my life
One of the common things that I hear when people talk to me about women being preachers, particularly among those new to the idea, is the statement: “I’ve never seen it.” Sometimes this is a statement meant to express a simple lack of experience, often said with regret. Other times it is meant to
I am still basking in the glow of an event in which I recently participated: In the Company of Women, a conference about women and men sharing in leadership in the Church. The idea behind this gathering must have struck a chord,
I can’t tell you how many times I have spoken at a church or event and had a woman tell me afterwards: “This is the first time I have ever heard a woman preach.” I’m never quite sure how to respond. I usually say something like: “I’m glad you could see that.”
