Following Jesus in rejecting empire
Some thoughts about each of the podcast interviews
“I was … I was …” she stammers. “He’s a bloody human child not an animal!” “Yes mum. I mean, yes sir.” “You’re the chore maiden, come to help my wife?” “Yes sir.” And the man grabs Delaney by her arm lifting her from the stool. “Come with me you little devil!” And the girl…
“It’s too hot, Sister.” Delaney is accustomed to the rough dressing at the hands of Sister Mary Eunice who yanks the tattered wool sweater down over the seven-year-old’s raised arms, lifted as in surrender. Lamplight bounces from her cheeks which are flush like a furnace. It’s still dark, barely past five thirty. Her curly dark…
I killed a man on Monday As I prayed to God for safety My knee upon his neck Interceding for protection From all who look like him Loitering in my neighborhood Choking him with my ungodly fear I killed a man on Monday As I studied his tragic past Kneeling down to look more closely…
Sometimes the truth needs to be told from an angle. The truth head on can blind a person or scare them, like a bolt of lightning. Better to tell it in a more circuitous way. Or so it seems Emily Dickenson believed if we grasp her poem. Jesus liked to tell it slant in his…
I’m grateful for the current groundswell of interest for those people serving in our retirement homes, grocery stores and health care facilities. We are giving tremendous shout-outs to people in service sector jobs like farm workers and bus drivers. There are homemade signs and commercials celebrating people in essential manufacturing jobs, such as those making…