Spend time in a crucible; it'll get your life right. Storms are not punishments, see them as the Refiner's Fire. Or not. Who taught you that God was hateful?
Hurry Up, Jesus! This may be my most enduring prayer. It is also my least successful. That does not stop me from praying it, all the time.
I am a mess, and I will be a mess. And yet, He loves me, deeply. Fully, with clear eyes and total commitment.
I am comfortable with Maya Angelou’s characterization Father/Mother/God for several reasons, not the least of which is that some days I need a Father Figure, others the Compassion of a fierce and Omnipotent Mother, and other days when it does not matter. God is so much bigger than any box we could conceive.
Some of us are so pressed down right now we cannot breathe, let alone pray. Even the act of opening one's mouth to pray brings tears and sobs choked in the throat. These are the prayer requests marked urgent. Some of them are so desperate that they cannot be uttered. Do not withhold your mercy …
The sad reality about America the Beautiful is that we are divided. Until we address the pain American racism continues to cause, to ignore it, particularly in the wake of such carnage, and in a church no less is, as Jon Stewart so beautifully put it, is to ignore "the nexus of a just gaping racial wound that will not heal, yet we pretend doesn’t exist."
I believe in free will, knowing that the Perfect Will of God leads us to and through things in order to bring us to the places we need to be.
This is about to be a series. I have a number of things to be pissed-off about where the Community of Faith is concerned, but I'll start here.
Today, I'm talking Race, Culture, Identity, and Faith over at my new home. I'm joined by brilliant women who make me want to dig deeper and reach further, and I thank God for the opportunity.