The end of Luke 9 shows us that Jesus was direct and honest about what it took to follow him. But He was just as straightforward about what would come if someone was willing to do the hard work and keep their priorities straight.
The Weight of Memory is a book you fall into and enjoy the opportunity to swim around and get immersed in. Here's to a writer that does not shy away from hard questions and keeps you hooked from beginning to end.
Jesus was having a very bad day. After spending almost three years with this rag tag group of men, in a matter of moments, they revealed to him they still had no idea what He was about. All the miracles they'd witnessed, the sermons they heard him preach, all the late-night chats on the road,... Continue Reading →
There is a part of most of us that wants to know more about where our grandparents came from. Some wonder what ancestor made what fateful voyage to bring our family to America. We all came from somewhere else (except the Indigenous population) and how we managed to get here can be a mystery to... Continue Reading →
What is wrong is wrong regardless of who does it. We need to stop looking at WHO does things and instead look at WHAT was done. We cannot hold one set of standards for ourselves and our friends and then have a second standard for everyone else. Or, if we choose to do so, we need to hold ourselves to a higher standard.
Today we celebrate the presentation of Jesus at the Temple. The story can be found in Luke 2. The presentation happens forty days after Christ’s birth, so we place it forty days after Christmas. The day has marked significance for the culture Mary, Joseph, and therefore Jesus grew up in. Going to the temple was... Continue Reading →
What does a citizen of the Potawatomi Nation and a member of the Progressive Christian movement have to say to the mainstream church? A lot actually. If we are willing to listen to those we are so used to disregarding.
We are quick to love people through some things. We can believe to a point and have hope until we are disappointed again. We will endure if we feel the payoff is worth it. But Paul calls us to a kind of love that stays in the ring in all things.
I thought this book would bring these women to life, perhaps (finally) giving them a voice versus allowing us only to behold them through the lens of a man. Alas, it is not even her words that are being held up, but a man’s view of her (both in the write-up and the poems themselves).
Happy Post-Inauguration Day friends! I hope you are doing well. I found yesterday to be a breath of fresh air, a much-needed reset button. For the first time in five years, I felt like I could breathe. I felt hope, which has been desperately lacking from our landscape. I loved the colors of the dresses... Continue Reading →