I have a dream, a dream called Love, and it starts with me. It looks like me baking bread, grateful for the wheat and the yeast, marveling at the rising, kneading it slow and praying for the neighbor who will receive it. It looks like lingering instead of pulling away, hugging instead of flinching, seeing … Continue reading A Dream Called Love
Blithely we move through the minutes as if breath and lungs are no big deal. We believe life is like a magician’s endless scarf and as long as we keep pulling days will keep coming out of the hat. We fail to see the slight of hand and fall for the oldest trick in the book: … Continue reading What Will You Do?
I want to be a person who fights for the marginalized and ostracized, the tired and poor, those yearning to breathe free. I want to be an ally to the weird and forgotten, the difficult and the downtrodden. I want to advocate for the hurting and the heartbroken, the refugee, the immigrant and the disenfranchised. … Continue reading Stirring Pots
And there was morning and evening, the first day. I’m drinking a latte as I write this on my MacBook sitting on my comfy leather couch in my always 78 degrees house that sits on a quiet street with neatly trimmed lawns (well except for that one house) and geraniums in pots and pretty people … Continue reading Waking Up
Some people say God speaks to them in an audible voice. I wonder if he sounds like Morgan Freeman or James Earl Jones? I haven't had this experience, but I don’t doubt its legitimacy. God’s voice comes to me through thoughts or impressions in my mind that sound like my voice, but smarter. I discern who … Continue reading Hearing God’s Voice
Discontentment shakes my shoulder at night. Wake up, it whispers. Think about how you wish were. Focus on your unrealized dreams, your too tight jeans, what you miss, what you hunger for... Most nights I wrestle loose from these thoughts by focusing on things I’m grateful for; the snoring man beside me, loyal and true, … Continue reading Inconsolable Longings and Stretchy Pants
In 1967, Thomas Anthony Harris wrote the book, I’m Ok – You’re Ok. Wildly popular for its time, it was on the bestseller list for several years and sold over 15 million copies, which in the 70s was quite a big deal. In it, Harris postulates about four ways people view life: I’m Not … Continue reading We Are Not Ok