Is it sad? or am I sad? can we be honest?
It’s interesting how language lives. It upgrades. It downgrades. It takes to the streets and to the wires and the wireless: it is news, radio and late night tv. Who would have ever imagined there would be an urban dictionary? Who could have predicted that words today would have such different meanings than they did […]
Nine Kinds of Generous
“Not speaking and speaking are both human ways of being in the world, and there are kinds and grades of each,” writes Paul Goodman in the Nine Kinds of Silence. “There is the dumb silence of slumber or apathy; the sober silence that goes with a solemn animal face; the fertile silence of awareness, pasturing the soul, […]
Turn my mourning into morning
I am in mourning for the world I thought I knew, had such hopes for, dreamed such dreams for… My world, my oyster, Not mine any longer. Overrun By hate, by hurt, by harm. But Love, Love doesn’t insist on its own way. Love waits, Waits patiently for an invitation. An opening in the doorway A […]
What do I do with my “me too”? One Woman’s Manifesto
Me too…I am seeing it on Facebook posts, in comments and in conversation far and wide. I am not sure where it came from, but it’s picking up steam. Why? Because it’s the skeleton in every woman’s closet, the elephant in every room. We’ve carried it cautiously, buried it fastidiously, and borne it boldly until […]
A functional faith: the Struggle is Real
I want a functional faith — not just a faith of works, but a faith that works. a faith that works out, a faith that works for, a faith that functions. I want a faith that does, while I am doing other things, faithfully. a faith that works its way into my day, along my […]
Broken
Father, sometimes it feels like I am army-crawling through life. Under barbwire, through the mud, dodging bullets and ducking enemy fire through the searing onslaught. Even when I see no way out, you have provided one. Show me the way through. Help me learn to trust you in life’s toughest places. Amen This is the […]
Out of the Dust There is Life
When my girls were small, I had magical healing powers. I could kiss a scrape or bandage a cut and presto! It would be “all better.” They would smile and go back to playing. Today, these girls are young women, and I no longer have that power. They spend their days working hard in places […]
To whom do you pledge your allegiance?
When they play the National Anthem, do you sit? stand? lock arms? kneel? put hand over heart? Do you sing? remain silent? Can you remember all the words? Can you reach all the notes? I’m pretty sure we’ve never given it so much consideration as a nation as we are doing right now. What does […]
God, Jesus and Baseball
I was born kinesthetic. Not until some time later did I realize I had God to thank for that. Not until I came to know Jesus did I realize I had to do something about it. Several Washington Nationals players drove this home for me during the post- game celebration of Faith Day at Nats Park. […]
We’re Just a Pile of Change
They’re no different from me. They who now don’t have houses, don’t have water, don’t have cars, are missing pets, lacking livelihood, have lost loved ones. They’re no different from me. Oh, but I want to make them the object of judgment the image of wrath, victims of poor planning, poor execution, poor choices, I […]