The distance between “was” and “is”

There is a vast difference between “was” and “is.” A Grand Canyon stands between them, but few notice it, except those of us who are currently crossing the divide. Sometimes we speak of the dead as “was” forgetting that their stories remain present with us. For example, my father is alive in my heart and … Continue reading The distance between “was” and “is”

When Trump runs again. A hymn of lament and resolve.

When Trump runs again The truth will still not be his friend MAGA’s will rejoice Election deniers with amplified voice and vitriol Will once again answer Trump’s beck and call Divisions will widen and the poor will bear the brunt Of the masquerading white nationalist front When Trump runs again When Trump runs again What … Continue reading When Trump runs again. A hymn of lament and resolve.

The Old Landmark. Remembering Pastor Steve Spears.

Before GPS and modern maps humanity was reliant on landmarks to guide them as they traveled. Landmarks, those easily seen and recognizable features of the landscape, natural or constructed that helped travelers understand where they were in relation to where they were going. Steve Spears was a landmark in my life. This morning Pastor Spears … Continue reading The Old Landmark. Remembering Pastor Steve Spears.

Consenting to tentative touches that lift and linger

There is a lot of conversation in our world today around the idea of consent, and rightly so, as centuries of misogyny, patriarchy, and just general lack of empathy, have resulted in people being abused. But today, as I was sitting in our University chapel service, I was emotionally moved by the lyrics of a … Continue reading Consenting to tentative touches that lift and linger