The lip of the river was carpeted in a bed of tender moss, enveloped in sharp edged bulrush and the stiff stalks of sea wheat. It was in this narrow pocket that I sat, watching the sunlight dance on the algae green waters of the Jordan River as it changed from early morning gray to… Continue reading Meditation on the Jordan
Late last week I was having a conversation with a new friend in the UK over Twitter. We were talking about God (what else?) and - as become the habit these days - I found myself referring to God with male pronouns. For me, this is of no consequences as prior to my conversion to… Continue reading God is Gender Queer
Meet Frehley, my clingy kitty who's named after my favorite guitarist. This amalgamation of fur, claws and eyeballs intruded on my life about four years ago when I finally caved under the pressure a co-worker had been leveraging for nearly a year to take one of the many kittens his mom had. On the surface… Continue reading The Love of God Is Like A Clingy Cat
For those of you who have followed this blog since its inception, you will remember a particularly raw entry that appeared shortly after Christmas. Reflecting upon that post some ten months later, I find that I'm not impressed with myself. At the time I was writing from a desperate place; I had been unexpectedly wounded… Continue reading Forgiveness is the Final Form of Love
I'm unsure of what promoted it, but yesterday I found myself thinking about the scene in Matthew depicting Peter attempting to walk on water towards Christ. Christian or no, almost everyone is familiar with what occurs next in the story; Peter becomes afraid, doubts, and begins to sink below the churning waves. 'Peter, you dipshit'… Continue reading Reflection: Simon Peter & Spiritual Maturity
Since I was a child I have noticed that every time we are confronted with some tragedy - natural disasters, mass poverty, police violence, war, etc. - there are always a handful of people that respond with repeating what the Beatles said in the 60's, 'all you need is love.' This past week's murder of… Continue reading Why Love ISN'T All We Need
Long has it been my unspoken tradition to end days at amusement parks and local carnivals with the Yo-Yo (also called the Wave Swinger). Since my childhood I've had an inexplicable affinity with this ride, spending countless hours soaring through the summer skies; eyes closed, feet extended before me, palms relaxed at my side with… Continue reading The Sacramentality of the Yo-Yo
