Clash of Empires This is a story about empires colliding – the Roman Empire colliding with the upstart anti-empire that Jesus referred to ironically as “the Kingdom of God.”
Miscarriage There is no poetry in miscarriage, no poetry in death. Its shock, surprise and torment cannot be made beautiful. It is ache, absence and loss beyond words.
Psalm 33 and an Ontology of Love The earth is full of the steadfast love of God. Dripping, saturated, soaked, running over in love. Even against the evidence.
Leonard Cohen, Psalmist Has Leonard strained to hear that voice whispering through all of creation? Has he had an ear for that voice without words? Might he have the gift of translating such creational glossalia?
Psalm 137, Exile and Rocket Launchers Songs of home, songs of hope, songs that keep a faith alive, are defiled and profaned when they become the trivial entertainment of voyeuristic oppressors.
James, ‘the Rich,’ and the Complexity Argument (A meditation at on James 4.13-5.20 presented at Wine Before Beer on August 26, 2014.)
Dogged Faith Great is the faith of the woman who dares to talk back; the one who dares to question; the one who dares lean in.
You talkin’ to me? James and the Church Some thirty five years ago I published my first article. It came out in a Berkeley, California based magazine of radical discipleship, appropriately named Radix.
Misogyny, Feminism, Children and the Church When I was in my mid-twenties I applied for an office job at my church. During my interview, the committee asked if I wouldn't be having children soon:
A Community of the Word (A meditation on James 3.1-18 at Wine Before Beer on July 22, 2014) We are a community of the word.
Daddy’s Little Feminist At Bible college, despite having the highest grades, I was made the butt of dumb blonde jokes by my male Bible professor in front of the class.
From Grace’s to James (A meditation on James 2.1-26 presented at Wine Before Beer, June, 17, 2014) It takes less than two bars for everyone to know what’s up.
Bud Osborn: Priest, Prophet, Poet. Presente Bud Osborn is dead. He was my friend, my mentor, sometimes my confessor. And he kept me in cigarettes. We have lost a priest, a prophet and a poet.
Prayers for the St. Brigids Community It’s not often that contributors to this blog write asking for our community’s prayers.