Dear God, ‘About God’ | Part 2 of 2
Dear God,
I’m back! So how did I get started on this? Recently I got a note from a friend who ‘named’ you several ways. She referred to you as the Eternal One, Read the rest of this entry »
Dear God,
I’m back! So how did I get started on this? Recently I got a note from a friend who ‘named’ you several ways. She referred to you as the Eternal One, Read the rest of this entry »
Dear God,
I hope you’re not offended. I’ve been thinking about your name. Sort of like I thought about Mother’s name, and decided to go with something else. Not because she isn’t Mother to me. She’s the only Mother I’ll ever have. So yes, she deserves the capitalized version: Mother. Not just mother. Read the rest of this entry »
Truth #3 – Ultimately, the battle against human trafficking is God’s battle, not ours.
This may sound easy, yet it’s precisely where I find myself struggling to stay on track. Here are three things I sometimes forget.
First, I can’t expect God to launch a one-way God campaign against human trafficking.
True, it’s God’s battle, not ours. But think about God, Moses and the Hebrew slaves. Deliverance from slavery didn’t happen until Moses and the Hebrew slaves did their part. The table was set, but the Hebrew slaves and Moses had to get moving. Read the rest of this entry »
Did you know it’s National Slavery and Human Trafficking Prevention Month?* For the last five years I’ve worked as an educator, speaker and volunteer in this area. At first I felt overwhelmed by the complexity of this global reality. Yet in the end, it isn’t overwhelming.
Why not? Read the rest of this entry »
Diane, 1954?
And to sisterly conversations. My Number One Unplanned Series. Early last July, I decided to engage Diane in sisterly conversations. Read the rest of this entry »
Leftovers. Sometimes they’re wonderful. Then there are the other times. They just sit there in the refrigerator waiting for me to do something with them. In reviewing my blog posts this past year, I couldn’t overlook unfinished business I still have with my father.
It isn’t as though I’ve been twiddling my thumbs. Read the rest of this entry »
in bleak midwinter
red lights flash chaos men shout
dead on arrival
* * *
winter 1965
icy stormy
dangerous Read the rest of this entry »
Your description of life after you got a vent is beyond painful. I wonder what would happen if this letter—this epistle from Diane—were read from the pulpit in church this Sunday? Or any Sunday? Read the rest of this entry »
Powerful, Moving
Ambiguous, Interpretive
Heard, Hidden
Stripped, Caged
Imprisoned, Locked
Unheard, Unknown
Screaming, Silent Read the rest of this entry »