“Let It Fall”
My therapist told me something last week that blew my mind. The Hebrew word rafa that gets translated as “Be still” in the famous Psalm 46:10, “Be still and know that I am God,” can also be translated...
View ArticleIs David French or Mayor Pete Right About Christian Salvation?
My buddy Jason Micheli recently wrote about the gap between the Christianities of conservative evangelical journalist David French and Episcopalian presidential candidate Pete Buttigieg. He was quoting...
View ArticleBecoming God’s Breath
I had a powerful mystical encounter today while I was talking with a friend and later reflecting on our conversation as I walked the prayer labyrinth at Audubon Park. I want to try to relate what I...
View ArticleSin and the Rules of the Market
A couple of weeks ago, a Calvinist bro on Twitter was talking about how liberation theologian James Cone was a heretic because he defined sin in an “unbiblical” way. So it got me thinking about how I...
View ArticleResisting Harm Is What Holiness Is For
One way to talk about the tragic division in contemporary American Christianity is to say that it has pitted the ideas of love of God and love of neighbor against each other. Team Family Values tends...
View ArticleWhip Of Cords (A Poem About Divine Rage)
When Jesus sat Twisting his whip of cords Together, how hard Did he bite down With each twist Of the rope As each knot Was firmly pulled Into place? How long from the time He first heard coins clinking...
View ArticleTwo Poems About The Wedding Feast
I. The Party No One Has Time For Heaven is the party no one has time for — Now that hell’s no longer a serious threat. There are far more important things to work on; There are far more important...
View ArticleSpikenard (A Poem About Impulsive Love)
She was not manic This time but perfectly Lucid and yet burning With the heart of a woman Who had always been talked over; She didn’t have much To offer the teacher; She hadn’t been trained in Torah;...
View ArticleEucharist (A Poem About The Cross)
It’s such an impossible Thing to understand that I need to eat magic food To put me in the right head Space to even contemplate Nails nine inches long going Through my hands and ankles; I got a pencil...
View ArticleAll Poetry Is God-Breathed
All poetry is God-breathed And useful for divine teaching Not because the words are Right but because the teacher Is patient and will constantly Nudge and redirect until The pen is finally moving In...
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