I Asked God for Help {Part Two}

I asked God to help. That is the key, assent; Letting down. Holding out and open, my hands. Release. When everything hurts, when chaos has taken over and I cannot even imagine Solutions, That is the key Letting down, holding out. When fear of outcomes prevails I asked God for help, I ask. Ask again,…

What Does the Word “Evangelical” Mean to You?

Wondering what the word “evangelical” means to you? Not completely sure, but I am thinking of quitting — being an evangelical, that is. Yes, my church is evangelical but that’s neither here nor there to me. I am not my church nor do I agree with every single thing they teach (that would be weird)…

{faith is waiting, leaning in. a lump in the throat}

It is the prolific writer and theologian, Frederick Buechner, who said: “Faith is different from theology because theology is reasoned, systematic, and orderly, whereas faith is disorderly, intermittent, and full of surprises…. Faith is homesickness. Faith is a lump in the throat. Faith is less a position on than a movement toward, less a sure thing than a hunch….

{When Did you First Believe that God is Male?} #mutuality2012

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…

I am human. Join me. (Thoughts on faith, confession and writing)

Part two of … this.  A response. You know it’s funny.  Several people responded to what I wrote today with what I found to be a slightly odd, or at least a surprising response to me.  Okay, odd isn’t fair.  They expressed concern.   You need to know something. If I have gotten to the place of putting…

Do you ever wonder why we are here?

So, Tom has been experiencing some strange pains in his neck and face — odd twitches and discomforts.  It has gone on  for a long enough period of time that he jokingly calls it his tumor.  But the truth is he is afraid.  We joke about it, then we get serious and a little scared,…

religion scares me :: a reflection

Religion.scares.me. So quickly turning into actions. Deeds. Just notions. Before you know it you are doing religion. Lost is the element of the supernatural. The unknowable, powerful God. A loosed grip on what I think I know is an opening for the Spirit. It is something I cannot control, something.Other.than.me. Religion.scares.me. With my notions. Deeds….

I hope that I am not one of the Crazies.

I wake from a recurrent dream.  It unsettles me.  Always in slumber I am Searching for meaning to life.  For love, taking on many forms.  Assurance of the illusive, improbable God to talk. To me.  Give me some sign. Speak my LORD, won’t you?  Prove [again] that you are real. Shake the heavens —  …

Jesus is weeping.

I am dismayed — mortified — and full of questions this morning as I continue to read the news.   My human response is to consider the gun carrying, Quran burning, pastor Terry Jones, to be idiotic and stupid, the definition of ignorance.  Although my gut response isn’t helpful or kind (or very Godly) can…