You'll be kind and never lose your temper and no one will misunderstand your jokes. You'll wake up early and listen to the mourning dove sing dooo dooo do-do-do low-high calling the new day good. You'll always have spare change for the panhandler at his median … Continue reading frost bitten
If you're trying to resolve the problem of suffering and wrap it up in a neat little package, you'll only be disappointed by Christianity. Christianity doesn't answer that question. It dwells in the suffering. It acknowledges it, laments it, and looks for ways to reduce it, but it doesn't tell you why. A friend recently … Continue reading on suffering
Rachel Held Evan's Searching for Sunday is about church: its triumphs and failings, its hypocrisy and grace. Rachel, like me, grew up in a well-intentioned Evangelical community where the Bible is accepted as fact and the "plain truth" is within easy reach. It's a culture of black and white morality, where spiritual cliches are a … Continue reading review: Rachel Held Evans’ Searching for Sunday
The Reading (John 15:1-11): ‘I am the true vine, and my Father is the vine-grower. 2 He removes every branch in me that bears no fruit. Every branch that bears fruit he prunes to make it bear more fruit. 3 You have already been cleansed* by the word that I have spoken to you. 4 … Continue reading Homily: Abide Here
In 2011, God was silent. I didn't stop believing, but I was numb. Numb like cold fingers in the middle of winter: on the brink of frostbite. I was terrified of losing the religion, the community, and the language of faith that had been central to my life as a child and young adult. The … Continue reading Good Friday
The snow came down for hours yesterday - silent, soft flakes. I'm tired of the snow, but it still works it's magic. You can't help but feel the world is enchanted for those few, quiet hours when everything's covered in a pillow of pristine powder.
The earth moves Did you know? It pulses with intention. Birds free fall in aerial feats The hive hums The dry leaves whisper their ancient chant And we, We move, too Building, working, fighting, dreaming - not always with intention. But noise, always noise. The earth knows - do you? Our performative toiling is Being, a … Continue reading do not take
Let me die in the summertime by a window, with the warmth, pushing through the fragile skin of my eyelids Let me die in a quiet room; with the tea kettle on in the kitchen and the laundry spinning, pulsing like blood through beating hearts. Let me die with a cat at my feet and … Continue reading untitled