Monthly Archives: March 2017

God, these were the precious words from my mother’s funeral, or the wedding text for my friend who has recently divorced, or the passage I heard just before I made a decision that changed my life. (Here’s looking at you: … Continue reading →

God, I don’t like this scripture. I don’t like to think about you angry, cruel to the vulnerable, (like all those Egyptian babies Rahab’s neighbors, Job), enjoying war, choosing special people from among all your children, talking hell and highwater. … Continue reading →

God, help me know this scripture not as a performance poem, but really know it. Send me to a map and let me seek a deep context — customs of the times, expectations for faith, political setting, fears and hopes. … Continue reading →

God, when I think about my job as I read scripture — rolling a stone away is an active metaphor. I can do it and I don’t really know – (such has been my relationship with the bible) whether it’s … Continue reading →

God, speak to my malleus, incus, and stapes so I can hear your prophesy. Pick up my skull and set it on my atlas vertebrae at the top of my spine so I can think about these words. Rattle me … Continue reading →

God, I confess I have not practiced this scripture as if it were the most important part of worship. Thank you for your forgiveness and the privilege to read your Word aloud. Slow me down. Keep me bold with place … Continue reading →