What if playing in our Bibles, if drawing, adding in bits and pieces of paper, taping in a page for more room, was not defacing something sacred but appreciating it? What if taking time to engage and play in and sit with the Word in a way that makes it personal and stirs something in us could be worship?
Once, a group from the South was on their way to D.C. to protest the recently passed voter laws. In the southern part of Virginia, they ran into car troubles and ended up stranded on the highway at dusk. They were clad in t-shirts that said to “protect voting rights” and with the names of... Continue Reading →
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.
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 →
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 →