Tag Archives: Lent 2017

God, I can just see them there listening to Jesus preach that mighty Saturday sermon – Sarah and Hagar leaning in to each other on a dusty old pew. Ruth is hand in hand with both Boaz and Mahlon, like … Continue reading →

God, I am not sure about the theology of “Jesus died for my sins,” but I do know that Jesus died for Barabbas, putting a terrorist back on the streets. Let me hear the story of this Friday, without trying … Continue reading →

God, I found a bullet in the playground – not a casing, a bullet. Here we are – contemporary Gethsemane with swings and climbing structure, a child of God at risk, people who should care sound asleep. There are still … Continue reading →

God, remind me that it can be a most ordinary sound — the backbeat of a pop song from, you know, that time, or cicadas, or something that isn’t a sound at all — the scent of mother’s cologne, some … Continue reading →

God, I am praying also — daydreaming, sleeping, walking the dog in the sunset, reading some Facebook posts, talking with a friend on the telephone. Wasting the most costly substance of my time – time. And some people would suggest … Continue reading →

God, this is one of those scriptures where Jesus criticizes someone who isn’t me. Not. Help me read it as my church, even with the rock-bottom no-frills budget. Jesus is tossing the social justice ministry and the stewardship drive, the … Continue reading →

God, could you send me to a scripture that does not need to be preached next week, something for me – maybe … Come unto me all you who visit shut-ins and are heavy laden with committees and I will … Continue reading →

God, I do not love to tell some stories – Jesus calling some mama’s child – a dog, dissing Martha’s hospitality, applauding a dishonest steward, and certainly I don’t love the story of withering a fig tree because it was … Continue reading →

The most popular hashtag any time on Instagram is #love and so this scripture must be trending because there isn’t any story so full of love and hurt and the willingness to be a ass on a borrowed donkey, wash … Continue reading →