Monthly Archives: February 2018

Some things don’t seem to change, like thinking that people with mental illness belong in graveyards because they might as well be dead, or adding shackles to chains, and then a few more chains for good measure on top of … Continue reading →

There were two storms, and Jesus calmed the winds and waves both times. Maybe there were five or seven storms, or even twenty — we don’t know, but we know that Mark told two stories and the others followed him. … Continue reading →

And so it was seeds everywhere in Jesus sweet, dangerous experiment of telling parables and trusting people to hear with their minds and hearts more than their ears. A story also in the other gospels laid out the predictable relationship … Continue reading →

I’m watching Jackie win “Best in Rescue.” She had already won “Best in Senior Dog.” She’s eleven, a black Labrador retriever, and a year ago was left at a kill shelter, marked for euthanasia. It’s not the Westminster Dog Show. … Continue reading →

The thing is that families are aggravating, and so was Jesus’ family. They wanted to restrain him, they wanted not to be embarrassed by him, they wanted him not to be hurt, they wanted him to answer their calls and … Continue reading →

Children are running and crying in Eastern Ghouta beneath Bashar al Assad’s rockets, barrel bombs, mortar fire, in this last rebel suburb of Damascus. They are held in arms — bleeding red against the agony of parents. UN Secretary General … Continue reading →

On presidents day Jesus was walking through Washington and as they made their way, the teenagers lay down to rest in front of the White House for three minutes the same time it took a shooter to kill seventeen in … Continue reading →

Fasting is not my one-day-at-a-time sobriety, or what my friends are doing who have said good-bye to heroin or gambling, hello to a plan of eating, admitted to being powerless over online pornography or shopping. Those are a one-day-at-a-time wedding … Continue reading →