I’ve been wearing her face my entire life. Even before she died, people used to tell me: “Oh, you look so much like your mom!” I’ve never been quite sure what my response is supposed to be: Thank you? Once she died it became my job to wear her face around, to perpetuate my… Read More Elsewhere: Her Face
For my friend Aaron. Blessed are the losers. Blessed are those who can’t catch a break. Blessed are those who fight and fight and never get ahead, who feel the riptide pulling them backward no matter how hard they swim. Blessed are the Sisyphean. Blessed are those who are too tired to fight, who feel the… Read More A Benediction.
((This week is, traditionally, my annual Very Hard Week. It’s a roller-coaster, with the national grief of 9/11 and the celebration of my son’s birthday (tinged with the bittersweet feeling every parent knows, the realization that my sweet baby boy is growing up — proud of the young man he’s becoming, eager to meet the… Read More Repost: Twenty
Since last Friday I’ve seen a number of my Christian friends posting variations on the notion that the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting happened because we’ve removed God’s presence from schools – from Bryan Fischer’s remark that “God doesn’t go where He’s not wanted; He’s a gentleman,” to Mike Huckabee’s explanation that “We’ve systematically removed… Read More Nothing can separate
As so many people are, I am trying to process the tragedy that happened in Newtown, CT, this morning. Somehow my horror and grief have gotten all tangled up in Advent and the waiting — the longing for a Savior to save us, to end this mess we live in. Fix it, Lord. Come back. Save… Read More A broken Advent meditation.