From the earliest point of his existence, Ari, my son, knew how to comfort me. It feels weird and uncomfortable to say. It’s supposed to be the other way around, right? Like what kind of inappropriate attachment are you fostering Ms. Therapist? But. This is also how I see God. Ari was a little tricky ...
A few weeks ago a pastor named John MacArthur and a number of his colleagues wrote “A statement on social justice and the gospel.” You can read the full thing HERE for yourself though I will also summarize. While there seem to be a number of generally agreed upon theological components in this document, (as ...
This is about who you are, at the core of your being, played on an international stage. Your choice to separate families (who are brown and undocumented and speak another language) and traumatize their children will not meet the deeper perceived need you have in your self. Whatever limited power you have over your household, ...
There is a scene in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – arguably the most important scene of the film/book – wherein Aslan, the “King of the Wood”, the great lion, offers himself to the White Witch as a sacrifice in the place of a traitor. In Narnia, the magic that brought the world ...
“I’m not racist but ….” “I’m not racist I …” Everything we say after this statement confirms that the first half of our sentence is, in fact, true. We do not get to be a White American and claim we aren’t racist. We especially don’t get to be a Christian and claim this. I am ...
When I forget how to have faith; How to weave it in my every day When I let go of what I believe & choose only what I see When the weight I bear is greater than that small wire Remind me. Remind me of the seasons – How autumn lets go without fear or shame. ...
I want to roll my eyes every time words come out of my mouth that sound exactly like one of my parents. This time I sound like my Dad when my sister and I would complain about something not being “fair.” “Life’s not fair,” he would say, “Get over it.” Really Dad? Well, I still ...
It’s me and the cat and the soft red blanket of my bed. His warm body is curled to my left. His purring and the thrumming of his paws as they knead is a slow lullaby. All electronics are off. No news stories. No urgent text messages. No to-do lists. I roll to my side ...
In my last post, pre-election, I posed the question to my fellow Christians, “do we follow the same Jesus?” In the agony and self-reflection that ensued post-election, and after listening to this sermon from Pastor Mike in California, I am able to answer my own question. No, we do not follow the same Jesus. Many ...
I’ve tried to write this post half a dozen times. It keeps coming out all wrong. So I am done trying to sound pretty. Enough has been said on all positions in the political spectrum. I do not want to tell anyone how to vote and I do not want to try to convince someone ...