Mar 26, 2015 | healing, images of God, Lent, music, poem
My heart skips — 33 — not the wild leap to express joy but the weary limp to avoid a pain the wince — 33 — the accommodation of a long-standing scar Like scratched vinyl and a track that misses its beat so — 33 — familiar that I...
Mar 25, 2015 | confession, images of God, Lent, poem
The worst of all sins: the rejection of the Parent by the children. An intense contraction: the desire to be born without sharing credit, the will to become the pregnant creator all by ourselves. We came into being through You but chose not to know You. on John...
Mar 24, 2015 | confession, justice, Lent, prayer, scripture
I call bull*. Tell me, Jesus, what good is the kingdom of God to those who are barely scraping by, living paycheck-to-paycheck (or not even!) without a moment of relief to separate the hours of haunting stress? What good is a heavenly feast to someone who’s not...
Mar 23, 2015 | Lent, prayer, vocation
Take my boat (yes, the one I’m still bailing) and use it for your teaching; turns out it’s no good for fishing anyway. Take my days (yes, the ones I’m grinding through) and use them for your witness; these days certainly aren’t turning for my...
Mar 22, 2015 | church, confession, Lent, prayer
Dear Jesus, I like to think that snark is a spiritual gift, that the well-executed side eye is a liturgical act, that being driven to inwardly climb walls is an act of spiritual sacrifice. Sarcasm and self-righteous frustration are essential spiritual disciplines for...
