Letting Go
I lost seven friends. And my aunt. And my father. Not lost. They aren’t missing. They’re dead. Every one.
When they go low….
“David and Goliath” is not about a helpless shepherd boy winning against all odds when confronted with a fairy-tale giant. Like Seizing Freedom, “David and Goliath” is a story of desperation, ingenuity, and not playing by a set of bogus rules. It’s a story about creative resistance.
Keep your wits – and your purple crayon
The shithole that is Anno Domini 2020 began last year on Christmas night. We had a new moon that evening, providing velvet darkness that brought out every star for our holidays. This moon was particularly special – it was a powerful new moon eclipse, a final gift for the yuletide.
Annoyed
Jesus is praying for us. And we surely need it. Jesus prays for unity, over and over, that we may be one – and it’s not specific to the church. It’s for these other sheep. It’s for the one’s believing.
Second Law of Thermodynamics
Things fall apart. They do. It’s the second law of thermodynamics: all closed systems move toward entropy, meaning they move toward disorder. Trees grow and then they die, falling apart in decay, feeding other organisms. Stars form, they super nova, then explode into billions of particles shooting out into the void. Even our bedrooms tend toward disarray – leave them alone for a month, a year, and see what kind of mold grows on your walls. The universe expands and unravels without any help at all and what are we to do?
“I Really Don’t Care Do U”
A Dangerous Place
“The wilderness is a dangerous place. You only go there if you have to.”
Goodbye, my friend….
She was my best friend. During that tumultuous middle school time, when every year seemed like seven, Jeri Lynne and I were thick as thieves. Puberty wracked our brains and overwhelmed our bodies, so we stood side by side and attacked the absurdity of the world with our only weapon – laughter.
Advent 1: Stay Woke!
“Stay woke” means to stay awake; stay watchful; notice what’s going on around you; become aware of the policies and politics and people who maintain inequity and injustice in our community. Then do something about it. Today, our scripture is screaming at us to “stay woke.”
The Yoke’s on Us
What would it be to really rest? What does that even look like? In my heart of hearts, I don’t know. I have a vague memory of rest as a child. But then again, the rose-colored, sparkling recollections of our youth tend toward the unreliable. They are shadows without edges. They fade back and forth between truth and what we wish were truth. For some of us, childhood was a wondrous time filled with ease, freedom, unstructured afternoons, imagination without limits, softly oversized beds with cool sheets, and unmolested dreams. Some of us have those memories. Not all of us.