Thursday Confessional-1st Commandment Edition: Let Go or Be Dragged
I met God. She's Black. I have holy receipts. Lord, reveal in me that which is being unleashed? What door, hidden in the grass like this key waiting to be found, are You calling me to walk through?
Regret. Should. Sometimes I believe the best way to articulate the power of relationship is to begin by defining all the expectations that it should never work. (side note, in addition to the “regret” I assiduously avoid, add “should.”) I describe my two best friends as the sisters I chose for myself; I know, God …
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 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.
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.
"The way you articulate your position...., you know, you're so articulate for a...."
I speak like the people I know. Those I spend time with, those whom I love. Those who raised me, those who raised them, etcetera. English, well-spoken and well writ, is our first language. We go to college (we graduate). We're normal.
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.