Psalm 126
Have we become celebrants who deny participants access to our thanksgiving because we won't weep with them? Psalm 126
What is Birtherism and Why is it Important to Trump?
Getting to the bottom of Trump's comments on President Obama's birth certificate will lead you down many dark corridors, so let me spare you the trip. Birtherism is a movement that was started by political opponents of Barack Obama during his presidential run. The basic assertion and force of the movement was a claim that Obama was not born in the US, since there was no evidence of a "birth certificate." Since Birtherists assumed that this was true, the movement called for Barack Obama to quit the presidential race (and later the presidency) as an illegitimate candidate. Donald Trump jumped on the bandwagon sometime in 2011. He insisted that President Obama should step down or produce a "real" birth certificate, claiming that the certificate of live birth Obama produced in…
Tiny Lessons in Fear
He has a tottering walk. My two-year-old on the stairs is a wafting plume of possibility. Each step is a smelting furnace as panic stokes the coals to blue, "Ore is useful enough. Who needs iron?" But leaving the forge to work means a little boy descends the terrifying didn't-happen, and becomes a walker.
Why Are We Afraid?
I watched the debate last night. Did you? What did you see? Maybe you saw the wrangling for influence or the shouting match or the occasional "point well taken." I saw fear. The candidates weren't necessarily fearful. Though there were a few moments I thought Secretary Clinton was a little startled by Mr. Trump's "winning personality." I saw fear being dispensed. It was absolutely free, though! If you were in the mood for fear, there was plenty...on the house! But I wasn't in the mood for fear. I, like Governor Johnson, was in the mood to be inspired. That never happened. There was a moment where it could have happened - where Secretary Clinton could have inspired me to see a way forward in the matter of race relations in…
Hate seems a searing, smoldering thing - an undying death of bearing and shouldering up. It's a puff of powder, a strobe of night, when snuffed by eternal delight in Almighty Love. If we only didn't have to travel through the unraveling of time to get there.
Psalm 91
If God were to visit unannounced, would we ask that he apply for residency? Or build a pronounced and gated wall? http://ref.ly/Ps91;niv2011
What would I pack, if I only had moments? Each instant a panoply of choices, laboring through nightmarish voices and priority schemes, could I arrive at what I need? Yes. Them. But, God, would I even remember to take water for my toddler? What comforts would I forsake for my son? What curses would I utter in those desperate, teflon seconds as the mystery of every unforeseen heartbreak pressed in at the speed of terminal velocity? Less time than I have to read this: Run!
Saving Face
A tiny twist to preserve. a little lime? a shiv? What's the spin, and why, if we can explore, such a premium on truth when those dues, if applied equally, would wring us dry?
Living Things
Yes. There's flowing water and bacteria on Mars and glowing turtles in the sunless deep. In all our death-peddling and meddling with cheap labor, do we give two straws for living things?
Liberty Feels The Bern
Faith doesn't teach a Robin Hood gospel. Faith teaches kings to see the poor and powerless and give from rich hearts.