“Lord, you know everyone’s heart. Show us which one of these two you have chosen to take the place in this ministry and apostleship from which Judas turned aside to go to his own place.” And they cast lots for them, and the lot fell on Matthias; and he was added to the eleven apostles.
Where to begin? There’s so much in this week’s lectionary. It’s like the committee that put it all together for us were trying to shoehorn in what they could before Pentecost. A little of this. A little of that. A prayer from Jesus’ own lips…
I really don’t know where to begin. . . And what a luxury that is. In my whiteness, I am free just to be astonished.
Not enraged like Charles Blow of the New York Times who wrote simply that he is enraged…no longer surprised or astonished. The killing of Daunte Wright is barely news, it is so heartbreakingly predictable. No, he’s just enraged. Constantly.
Neither am I heartbroken like Daunte’s mother who has been in front of cameras and microphones demanding answers to all of her grief-ridden questions. I’m simply stupefied.
What a privilege simply to be stupefied…
Perhaps you’ve heard about the new Gallup poll that was released recently. It seems that less than half of the population of the United States considers themselves to be practicing Christians… “Members of a church.“ For the first time since Gallup has started tracking these numbers, the percentage has dipped below 50%. Much hay has been made from this poll result. Some people are elated. Some are panicked. Some wonder if we actually needed a formal poll to tell us what we already know.
For this is not the first time we’ve received such news from polling organizations. I’ve spent…
There are children on our border. Have you heard? There are children on our border. Politicians from both sides of the aisle are posturing. Some are sincere in their beliefs. Some are pandering. It’s hard to know sometimes. But what we all agree upon is that there are children at our border. And more are coming. What are we to do?
Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” Having said this, he breathed his last.
God is dead.
Humanity killed God…the God that is Christ Jesus.
Take note…for it is an incomplete thought that jumps from Hosanna, Loud Hosanna to Jesus Christ is Risen Today. Good Friday, dear friends of God, reminds us that it is only through the death of GOD that we find resurrection.
Good Friday is the day in the liturgical calendar when we stop and take notice that in the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth, God…
I cannot recall a time when I was this tired. It’s been a year since we started experiencing COVID restrictions in the US. A year of some of us isolating and wearing masks while others of us denied there was a pandemic at all. A year of political strife that the US has not seen in decades or perhaps longer. And that’s just the background noise. We’ve seen the continued killings of black citizens by an increasingly militarized police force. Children are still in cages on our border with Mexico. Violence in the form of hate crimes against Asian Americans…
I am never certain where to begin. My anxiety gets the best of me and all I do is spin, spin, spin. And all of these one-year-of-COVID retrospectives have not been helping at all. They simply remind me that I have been working harder this last year with so little of the typical payback. What have I learned from that cheery dynamic? I may have been working my ass off on the wrong things all along, but the systems of the world demand it. We need a revolution. My efforts amount to so little. …
1 The heavens declare the glory of God, *
and the firmament shows God’s handiwork.
2 One day tells its tale to another, *
and one night imparts knowledge to another.
3 Although they have no words or language, *
and their voices are not heard,
4 Their sound has gone out into all lands, *
and their message to the ends of the world.
…4 Their sound has gone out into all lands, and their message to the ends of the world.
The medium is the message.
There’s really no way around it.
We have to start…
Lots has happeneed since I last updated the journal. I apologize for not staying on top of things here, but it was just too much to handle. I have not been able to do any real academic work in some time. Thankfully, that seems to be changing. Or, at least, that’s the intent. I’m trying not to sell myself short or talk myself out of doing what I love.
Yesterday, I started working on the dissertation again. I’m reworking the history chapter. It needs an actual outline rather than my muddled musings on the history of Contemporary Christian…
You can hear the wind as it blows through the trees. Leaves rustle. Branches bend and creak. Snow falls on the mountainside as rain falls in the valley below. I have come to love Christmas in California.
In the Bay Area there are any number of holiday sounds. From music to BART, we’re enfolded in the sounds of the season. Maybe you find yourselves turning the dial on your car radio pressing that button…KOIT… To a station playing Christmas music, instead. Springsteen, Cary, Crosby… …
Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?
The news, however, is a cacophony of…