waiting to speak: lessons along the road to justice

Zechariah was stricken mute once, according to the book of Luke. It went like this. An angel told him he’d have a son and name him John, and Z couldn’t believe his ears. Obviously the angel had only one option: condemning him to nine months of muteness. (Sunday school lesson: Don’t mess with angels.) This sounds horrific. Yet sometimes I wish […]

have yourself an ethical christmas

There’s a conversation that I keep circling back to. I don’t know why. It always goes badly. But I also found recently that I’m an INFP (thank you, Drs. Myers and Briggs), which means that even though I hate conflict, I’m so deeply motivated by the things I believe in that I’ll always keep coming […]

God who whispers

I may have detected a flaw in our western brand of Christian faith. Maybe you should sit down. I think that, if we expect God to work at all, we expect him to work instantly. We march to the orders of the clock, not to the rhythms of the seasons and sunsets and cows. We have no patience for God or for lines […]

choosing to know

I’ve been piecing together some silly pieces about our most recent house problems, but I’m having a hard time being funny. One of my longtime coping skills is to poke fun at the absurd in the tragic – flying cows in hurricanes and the like.  Sometimes it’s okay – a heartfelt quest for little joys […]

restoration saga: what bat poo and poverty taught me about christian love

In the midst of good, hard, two-hands-to-the-plow living lately, I’ve run out of room in my days to talk about it. There’s a lot happening in me and my house. I may have to tackle this in baby chunks. We had some heart-breakingly beautiful work parties last week at the house. It was hard work. […]

sense: how to deal with not making it

I tend to gravitate toward people whose lives make no sense.  I can’t explain it. I like it. I like them. I like their fearless, and even fearful, excitement about doing the right thing, even in the face of no money, no spouse, no privacy, and lots of rules about what you cannot drink or flush. They stride straight — or […]

cliff diving & chicken parm: a love story

My husband is amazingly confident. He walks like he knows where he wants to go and how to get there. And without tripping. When he questions himself, it’s a crisis. When I question myself, it’s Tuesday. If you ever should see the two of us together, this will become abundantly clear. He’ll be standing there, shoulders […]

underailing

 underailing [un-dee-railing]: the process of situating yourself (not without some kicking and screaming) back onto the course most fitting and least stupid for your life Last week was a one of half-formed thoughts and questions, of lies and betrayal and emotional breakdowns in public bathrooms, of not sleeping, of always wanting to sleep, of shampooing twice and shaving only […]

merci

It’s not my mother’s fault, but I don’t write thank you notes. Not really – not good ones. She did her best. I’m sure there were explanations along the lines of this person sacrificed money and time for you – and decent human beings write thank you notes – but the motivational speech I best […]