My friend, one of them, is like a sneeze. Whenever I call her, or she calls me, we get in the ring and box out what’s rolling around in our spirits together. And the calls always come in threes; sneeze, sneeze, ahCHOO; because we sift through and let settle what we lay on the line …
In a week’s time I’ve had three different people tell me they struggled with jealous feelings towards me. That sounds like I’m gloating. I’m not. It makes me want to grab all the couch cushions and build a fort around myself in a corner somewhere. I hear sounds, all modern dance and music, disonant and …
He is black, 19, homeless. I encountered him one day recently in a park in downtown Cincinnati when a group of my friends, and I, couldn’t get the sound of the cold wind out of our ears and grabbed what we had and went. The first thing he asked for from us, in fact, the …
What happens when you get up one day and your life is one way and you go to sleep that night another way? The kind of change in ways that feels like smashing glass? You’re surprised to learn that not everyone in the world heard the break; because it took all your windows out and …
Eugene Peterson, the wordsmith who translated the Bible into The Message, one of my favorite places to go to turn life into moving picture shows, says “The people who find themselves called and led and commanded by God find themselves in the company of men and women who sin a lot-quarrel, bicker, grumble, rebel, fornicate, …