Standing on the edge of a seabed of change has none of that tranquility. Too often the calm other side of growth is obscured and unknown. The multitude of perils seems overwhelming. The longer I stand at this precipice between what was and what might be, the deeper my feet sink into the sand.
Step Into the Mud
There I am. Perhaps you are with me. Staring at the possibility that light and life are just a little further, just there on the other side of this muddy seabed in front of us. We cannot know for sure what awaits. We have only hope.
Thoughts about Prayer
Jesus defined this love with absolute clarity, in deed and word. Jesus is what love looks like. And thus, his command is also autobiographical.
Call the Season
“Are you ready for some football?!” Not so much. I am a big fan of college football. Specifically, Georgia Bulldogs football. When I was a senior in high school and looking at colleges, I was accepted to UGA. My question to my dad was, “Do they have a good football team?” Up until the following … Continue reading Call the Season
My white son went to a protest…
My white son went to a protest...how can a mother live with this always?
Living Memorials: Us Loving Others
Photo by Sharefaith on Pexels.com Today, so many of us are honoring those who served in the US Armed Forces, and died in war with the words, “Freedom isn’t free.” There is another perspective. Freedom is free and the thing we call freedom in the USA is not true freedom. Yes, I went there on … Continue reading Living Memorials: Us Loving Others
Musings on the Music
Human beings need music. So it is no surprise that people are concerned about returning to sanctuaries and trying to provide music when singing is now believed to be a super-spreader
The enemy is not invisible.
This is not an invisible enemy.
A Pastoral Letter For Such a Time as This
The following is the letter I sent to my church today. If it helps you see that not all Christians are actively advocating racial injustices, or supporting lax regulations on guns and ammo, or ignoring action in favor of thoughts and prayers, I am grateful to be one voice, one actor in the march for a society free from fear of one another and free from gun violence and racism. If it helps you take action, I am overjoyed for supporting your desire to make a difference!
For God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple.
Notre Dame was, and will likely be again, a museum of inspiration regarding the human capacity to create and build and withstand the ravages of time and turmoil. No doubt we all need some of that...However, forgive me if I don't jump on into the funeral parade of emotive displays of sorrow.
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