Joanna May Blog

Memories from a 17-Year-Old Wanna-Be Mystic

The International House of Prayer in Kansas City is about to celebrate its ten year anniversary of 24/7 worship, and that’s got me all nostalgic. I was in high school when the prayer room...

What Do You Feel About Me?

I’m sitting at the kitchen table after a long day. Austin, my 4 month-old puppy has brought out of his basket almost every toy he has. He’s currently running around making quite a racket...

Showing Mercy

The Catalyst I’ve been working in non-profit organizations, churches and ministries for about 7 years now and recently, I have been SOOOO frustrated. It’s been hard! People get bogged down with politics, lots of...

Living with an Open Heart

Right now, I’m out in California in a dorm room as I’m spending time with some kindred spirits. For two days, I have been with friends (and moms) tackling the deep things of the...

Into Great Silence

It’s 10 o’clock on Thursday evening. I’m sitting at home alone watching a 3-hour documentary on Carthusian monks called Into Great Silence. Before you make assumptions about my piety, let me tell you that...

An Introduction to Christology

I am taking a class at IHOPU called "Christology II" instructed by Stephen Venable. Last spring, I led worship for his class "Mystical Life of Communion" and it was amazing. I think it should...

First Steps in Articulating Adoption

Many of you out there know that I am adopted. Maybe you’ve read my previous blogs on the spirit of adoption (if not, read Some Day I’m Still an [Adopted] Prodigal), or maybe you...

Discovered In Conversation

In conversation, I have realized that perhaps my thoughts on God are a little unorthodox. I just assumed that all "believers" felt the way that I do. Perhaps this is not the case.  ...

Getting a Word in Edgewise

I am in a spiritual community in which the common, subconscious assumption is that a prayer environment [read prayer room] changes things deep within our hearts by osmosis. The idea is that you can...

He Heard Me

Sometimes there are moments in life where I feel so lost. Now is one of those moments. It’s not a hopeless lost, just more of a disoriented wandering where you wake up one morning...