Trail of Death

A candle is lit on my table today... . . . It's fourth grade, and we're learning about "American Indians" in social studies. I have never taken notes before in my life, but this time as the lights are off and the slide show is running, cataloging so many tribes, their housings, their ways of [...]

Pride and hope

We were pressed in tight together in the warm wind and light sporadic rain, rows of sweaty people with no personal space, the occasional brush of skin or the feel of breath as we reached our hands high, grooving to the music and hollering or whistling as the rainbow colored floats passed in the parade, [...]

Mercy for the pain

  Sometimes we talk as if changing our views, coming to new understandings, is a cognitive exercise, a battle of aligning our mind with the work of justice. We didn't know things, and now we know things - knowledge at the center. But deconstruction is the stuff of guts. Not like "having the guts to [...]

What is this place?

They say that you can never go back home. I used to think this was a certain cruelty, as if leaving somehow was always a betrayal, one that got you banned or held at arm's length or just not privy to the important things, the inside things that matter most. To be away with your [...]

Remember that you are love

Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return. I look up from my place leading worship to see my kid the moment after the ashy cross is smudged across his forehead.  He is teenage-swaggery, a slight smile as he moves toward the table for bread and cup, so very alive, his youth making [...]

Christ in the wool shop

Tuesday morning, I woke up to oppressive drizzle, both within and without. I got the preliminary UMC news Monday evening. Most of those around me say they inwardly knew that the United Methodist special conference on LGBTQ+ inclusion would end in a reaffirmation of the so-called traditionalist plan, but now with penalties for ordination boards [...]

On having shame and being shameless

"I'm ready to be shameless about..." I sat in the dark balcony of the church last week, listening to Nadia Bolz-Weber speak about sexuality and turning the card with those words over in my hand. Just like there are "humble-brags," I wonder if there are "honorable-shames" - the things it's sexy to feel shame about [...]