I’m so tired of saying, “I’m not that kind of a Christian.” My gay and lesbian friends – my community – are not at all surprised at the overturning of Roe vs. Wade. In their minds this is what Christians do. Christians impose their way of looking at things on everybody else. They want people …
Elijah fled into the desert to die. This is the part of today’s story from 1 Kings that stands out for me, right now. He didn’t plan on coming back. He was done, and he told God so. He said, “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better …
I am still at Ground Zero, Beloved Christ. I cannot stop the leak of pain from my torn heart, the drip of anguish and anger – nor the quiet moan that sings in my throat like wind in the eaves on a stormy night. We are killing all the time now – killing everyone: strong …
I woke up this morning thinking I could really use a good Pentecost experience, one where the doors of my mind are blown off and the wind of the Spirit rushes in – where I feel drunk on joy and possibility. It’s been a desperate slog lately, a real uphill grind. The mass shootings, COVID …
As we walk through the Easter season in the lectionary we come into another time of emptiness and waiting. The first followed the crucifixion, when Jesus was in the tomb and nobody could get to the body for anointing. It was a time of aching loss and overwhelming confusion. The second such time is the …
by Laurie Gudim As I was praying the names of the people killed in the shooting in Buffalo, N. Y., a deep anger welled up in me, and I began to weep. I am so tired of this! Ever since the death of Matthew Shepard in 1998, I have been afraid. I am scared all …
The language of my soul is Christian. I have always known I belong to Christ, even when my head has told me differently. God has taken many shapes: grandmother, diamond, witch, sage, ocean, light, and utter darkness and emptiness, to name a few. But always there is that incarnating, dying and resurrecting aspect, that Christ.
“This is what we learn at Christ’s table, and it carried us through our lives as it will carry you. We learn that life is fleeting, and that the only thing that matters is love. Love wins out over death every single time.”
“I am in sympathy with the more ancient church, even though their doctrines and practices are foreign to me in many ways. There is something quite compelling about a church whose roots reach deeply and uniquely through both Indian and Palestinian history.”
“This makes me ponder what we call the Easter moment. In all our Easters isn’t there that element of the unexpected? Perhaps it is that I wanted to be reinstated to a position from which I’d been wrongfully dismissed. Instead, a new job comes along, one closer to my particular skill set. Or my house burned down and I prayed for the money to rebuild.”
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