Here I Am

Here I am: lost in the wilderness, chasing sheep and rabbit holes, out of touch with my own spirit and being, but here I am — wherever “here” is. Here I am: unsettled and uncertain, overwhelmed by grief and setback, desperate for meaning from burning...

Praise

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O God, is the smoke that clouds the air with the prayers of the wayfarers and the downtrodden, with the songs of grief and hope, protest and sacrifice. Sweet, sweet, sweet, O God, is the oil that blesses the heads of the ancestors and pours down...

Killing the Messenger

We are not fond of messengers — O God, we confess it! What is there to love about one who comes dressed unapologetically in freedom to inquire into our weariness? We prefer such a messenger beholden to our labor. What is there to heed in the questions of one who...

Wrestling

Let me behold your face, I prayed, but instead you met me in the dark and bent me into painful knots. Let me be relieved, I pleaded, and instead you laid a path among my adversaries. Let me prove my heart, I declared, but instead you withdrew to tend the song of...

Confession

We have listened to the wrong gods, O Holy Life, to the ones that say “Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps” and the ones that say “Your help is in the rat race.” Hear your people protest: “How long?” Hear your people confess:...

Troubled

Incline yourself like a dread warrior toward those you love, O Holy One. Count the hairs on the heads of Robert Fuller, Malcolm Harsch, Dominique Alexander, and comfort those terrorized by racism’s awful fruit. Hear the cries of the children. Hear the cries of...

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