Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere. – Einstein
1. As it turns out I have A Very Little Faith. Perhaps I am a product of my human father who believed personal greatness was achieved through his tenacious hard work. Having a false humility, showing off A Very Big Faith, I saw that it was one that didn’t fundamentally change his character. Not really. This … Continue reading My Very Little Faith
1. I have not lost hope though I have lost the ability to hear God. Whether God is silent, which I doubt, or whether the pain throbs too loudly in my heart’s chamber to hear, I don’t know. What my family is experiencing is not suffering. Life is hard and this distinction is important to … Continue reading New: When God Seems Silent
Being the perfectionist that I am, and that my goal for this year is to be FEARLESS, this simple act of writing without editing for five minutes, has become a good thing for me. Five Minute Friday. When I Remember, it’s my childhood and it is pain that floods in. My soul must taste bitter, … Continue reading Remembering Daddy
So I’m trying something new. Picking a subject at random that I seem to obsess about or fixate on, something that grips my imagination in compulsive and ugly ways, (I started with one of my secret obsessions.) I’ll write honestly without a lot self-editing or controlling “the message” to see what comes out. No answers. … Continue reading {When You’re Not Qualified to be Alive}
“I will not leave you orphaned… I don’t leave you the way you’re used to being left–feeling abandoned, bereft… I’m leaving you well and whole.” — John 14 My father is dead but he is alive in my head. He haunts me. I often wish I could kill him off for good, then I remember how much … Continue reading {My Father is Dead} A Remembrance on Father’s Day
“Why is God silent so long? Why is faith bitter? … but then, little by little, I begin to understand as never before, that he is present in the emptiness, in the waiting,” – Carlo Caretto Why is God sometimes silent, while evil and sorrow hang on, clutching to us all. Why? I cannot hear … Continue reading {When God is Silent}
We are not too old to take courage. We are not too late to sacrifice. We are not too lost to reach out to each other and linger on the rim of time. – Ann Voskamp As I read those words this morning I was thinking instantly of my relationship with my Dad — gone … Continue reading {Forgiving is a Miracle: Courageous and Holy. “When Daddy’s Rage”}
In the space of days I grew up. Not wise in years or experience, but still inevitably I became an adult this week. I am not ready for this next stage of life but then, that’s how life works doesn’t it? Was it John Lennon who quipped that “Life happens while we are making … Continue reading In the Space of Days I Grew Up
Where do we form our ideas about God? And more importantly when? How young does it begin to register in your head and heart, your idea of God as a masculine figure and that your daddy is also male? How did they become so mixed together, mingled and intertwined? And I asked myself today. How do you … Continue reading {When Did you First Believe that God is Male?} #mutuality2012
I just posted a piece on domestic abuse. This is a tiny bit of my personal story that I wrote several years ago. The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive, but do not forget. — Thomas S. Szasz First published in March 2010. This was not easy to … Continue reading Were I to forgive you, Daddy … [A tale of domestic abuse, Part 2]
BE REAL. One of the ways I’m going to do that – be real — is to write a response to the sermons I hear at my church, Blackhawk. These responses are not from the church, just my reflections. I am always challenged by teachers at Blackhawk, sometimes profoundly, but I don’t — to be honest — always take the time needed … Continue reading Do You Trust God? (A response to Blackhawk’s sermon “Stop”)
I often wonder if I am too hard on the memory of my father. As the years go by the memories fade good and bad ones. A couple of things happened this weekend that made me think of my father. He died in his early sixties. He should have had another thirty years. 92-year old … Continue reading Aging, Legacies and more Time with our Family
Logic & Imagination 