Following Jesus in rejecting empire
He didn’t lift his feet, he slid them, as if skating on the concrete sidewalk. Maybe he was old, but I couldn’t tell because he looked like a cave man, and it’s hard to read a cave man’s age. Eyes looked out from sunken pools in his head, staring down at the ground where he…
My grandmother used to say we had some Cherokee blood She recalled her great-grandmother Sitting on the porch and smoking a corncob pipe But that memory is old and worn Trampled under the Swedish and the German and the English It was the European roots to the family tree which were nourished Those were the…
In preparation for this podcast I watched a 2009 episode of Gangland about the Fresno Bulldogs. It was a disturbing show. The callous disregard for human life, the exaltation of violence and the desire amp up absolute fear in the general population made the Bulldogs a kind of urban terrorist organization. But watching their violent…
My Great Grandfather was an undocumented immigrant, like everyone else who entered the US at that time. Most Europeans in this country are only here because they had a relative who entered the US through open borders – men and women who ere looking for a better life. There were massive hurdles for them to…
The gospel ought to consume us; instead we have turned it into a consumable.