Pain is real. As someone who has dealt with endometriosis and other autoimmune issues, I can attest that daily distracting body pains are part of my existence. I’ve been extremely fortunate. While I’ve had some doctors brush off my pain, telling me that an anti-depressant will help with the pain (it didn’t), my pain was… Read More
Sunday Psalm: Protest
The Righteous One has been vilified so that the white devil might slip away. Weep and shout, O Distrusted! Read More
Saturday Prayer: Scattered and broken
Oh Holy One, We are broken and scattered. Our hearts are crushed. We see the debris of lives before us, tossed about with indifference and violence. We see the carnage of prejudice and bigotry. We are grieving. We stare at the broken bodies, the tearful families, the aches that cannot be eased, the posturing and… Read More
Wednesday Prayer
As the seasons change we continue to wait, to hope, to imagine, to trust and to believe in you, Oh God We believe that there is a time for every season and we’re getting ready and we’re doing the work and we’re building the relationships and we’re refusing to move in a spirit of “business… Read More
Wednesday Prayer
Creator, we feel it The atmosphere shifting The atmosphere is shifting Words of hate spilling out of mouths of leaders, filling the ears of the desolate, loud and brazen over airways, from pulpits, and in the streets The disease of white supremacy metastasizing and showing up ever more aggressive, threatening and terminal The atmosphere is… Read More
The Pastoral Is Political
The perfect storm Usually, a period of calm follows a storm. And often we see a rainbow in the sky. From an early age, children are told in church that the rainbow represents a sign of God’s promise to us. We often spare children the harsh bits of the story of Noah and the Ark… Read More
Sunday Prayer: By the Oaks of Mamre
Stay awhile, O Stranger, for the night has been long and cruel and our souls are not yet wrung dry from weeping. Stay awhile, O Stranger, for the fires are raging on cultic altars built to sacrifice precious fruit to ravenous gods. Stay awhile, O Stranger, for the day has burned our eyes with violence… Read More
Saturday Prayer: Brokenness
Holy One, We are struggling, and the weight of loss and grief is breaking us. The waves of injustice upon injustice, violence upon violence are drowning our hearts. We pour out our questions of “why’s” and “why not’s”. We look for answers within our own understanding and experience… and there is nothing. We have chosen… Read More
Thursday Prayer: Blessing for exhalation.
Breathing in, I know I am breathing, alive, lungs full, ready to speak, to shout. Bless my breathing out, the words my breath will carry. Breathing in, I feel my ribs expanding, I am in my body, my living body, steady. Bless my breathing out, the rooting down to stand. Breathing in I feel my… Read More
Saturday Prayer
My friend Dayalan Devanesen, director of Roofs for the Roofless, of Chennai, India, sent me a photo of Gurdon Brewster’s sculpture given to him by his mother. It is ‘Christ Dancing Off the Cross’. On the last of the waiting nights for whatever the “power” is going to be, it seems important to hold carefully… Read More
