Category: Prose

  • Casting out Demons with Grief

    Casting out Demons with Grief

    Grief erupts. It interrupts. It disrupts. Grief can’t be infinitely ignored or forever contained. Grief will rear its head and cause chaos in its demand to be expressed. We can only suppress grief for so long, and that suppression wreaks havoc on our body. From our neurology to our autonomic nervous system to our somatic… Read more

  • The Found Family of Peace

    The Found Family of Peace

    When I was 18, I broke up with the girl I was dating because God told me to. I didn’t have a reason (still don’t), I just felt like that was a divine mandate and in order to be faithful to God, I had to break up with her. There was no rhyme or reason… Read more

  • To the Unknown God

    To the Unknown God

    Where are you, God? Don’t you see? Can’t you hear? There is so much suffering, injustice, oppression.   It’s happening the world over. There is war, genocide, and destruction running rampant through the streets. Here, in my own country, there is upheaval and turmoil as racist, capitalistic, patriarchal people throw the country into utter chaos.… Read more

  • The Imagination to Testify

    The Imagination to Testify

    I have notebooks full of church curriculum. Bible studies. Sermons. Worship events. I even have the notes for a discipleship class/program I helped put together. I spent a lot of time in my twenties thinking about how to help people be better Christians, how to help people get the right doctrine, how to help people… Read more

  • The Consistency of Conversion

    The Consistency of Conversion

    A meditation on Acts 9.1-20 and Revelation 5.11-14. How often do we breathe out murder? Violence is our second language—often our first. We respond with dominance, anger, might, and all the tools of violence that have infiltrated our psyche since birth. Someone’s disagreeing with you? Shout louder. Someone standing in your way? Push past them.… Read more

  • Ask for the Body

    Ask for the Body

    The body of the King of Life hung dead on the cross. Violence, fear, and the Roman Empire had executed the Christ, the hope of Israel, indeed the Hope of the world. His body was shredded, pierced, raw, broken. Death had enveloped the living God. A man stepped forward into Pilate’s court. He was a… Read more

  • Rejoice! The Broken God Calls

    Rejoice! The Broken God Calls

    This is a sermon I wrote for the Llama Pack based on Luke 22.28-40 and 22.14-27. Listen to the sermon here: There are always two processions. One is driven by a war horse and a cohort of violence and militaristic strength. This procession thunders down the road, with announcements of security for those who are… Read more

  • You’ll Be With Me

    You’ll Be With Me

    A meditation on Luke 23.39-43. He hung on a cross on Friday of Passover week. The romans had nailed him there after a trial that he knew he was going to lose. He had been put there as an example, a public and vulgar display of power the Roman empire wielded. The message was clear:… Read more

  • Faith Like Sand

    Faith Like Sand

    I don’t feel like I have a substantive faith. I’ve been let down by my expectations about God too many times. I know these expectations aren’t God, but they are my concept of God, and as such, dictate what I’m putting my faith in. When one of these flimsy expectations shatters and inevitably lets me… Read more

  • Blessed Are You

    Blessed Are You

    I grew up as the bully’s target. I got searing put downs for my glasses, for my grades, for my lack of interest in sports. One bully went as far as to make fun of the fact that my mom died when I was two. It was incessant and hurtful. One of the times when… Read more

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