Love Made Real

Love Made Real

The other night at Small Group Ministry, we were reflecting on love, and I wasn’t thinking about the verse we just sang, but I said that, for me, disappointment is tied up with love. 

Just as long as my heart beats, I must answer, “Yes,” to love;
disappointment pierced me through, still I kept on loving you.
If they ask what I did best, tell them I said, “Yes,” to love.

At the Center of Things

At the Center of Things

“Though I may speak with bravest fire, and have the gift to all inspire, 
and have not love, my words are vain, as sounding brass, and hopeless gain.

Or as Paul put it, “If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.” 

Where does love come from? Are we born with it? Or do we have to seek it and find it?

Both Sides Now

Both Sides Now

“Ours is no caravan of despair,” we just sang. This is something I need to be reminded of! Isn't this something we church people ought to remember, that when we are together we should celebrate every now and then? I don’t know about you, but I can tend to be earnest, and serious, and so I appreciate and I need this reminder to laugh and to loosen up a bit. This earnestness is part of who I am, but it’s not all of me. 

Me, Too. Now What?

Me, Too. Now What?

Ah, January. What a very dark time of year we once again find ourselves in. Every year, it gets this dark, and every year, we feel surprised at how little daylight we see and how dim the sun looks even as it reaches that early afternoon zenith. As one who has worked with countless survivors of violence, and as a woman myself, I know that there are many among us who are impacted by these changes more viscerally than others. Those of us in the margins – women, LGBTQ folks, people of color of all genders…those of us who fear sexual assault, police brutality, and other crimes based on vulnerability…we don’t go outside as much this time of year.

Justice League

Justice League

The hymn we just sang was Martin Luther King’s favorite. And I can imagine, given the struggles he faced, that it was also his prayer: “Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn.” King often asked Mahalia Jackson to sing “Precious Lord” at civil rights rallies, and she sang it at his funeral.

The Work Before Us

The Work Before Us

Do you remember the movie “The Big Chill”? It’s about a group of college friends who come back together for a funeral, and they end up staying for the weekend. The title comes from a line in the movie, when during that cozy reunion, one of the characters reminds his friends that it’s a cold world out there. He says, “Wise up, folks. We're all alone out there and tomorrow we're going out there again.”

The Hope of New Beginnings

The Hope of New Beginnings

With yesterday’s snowfall, it feels like winter is upon us. Even though it doesn’t officially arrive until the solstice on December 21. I actually like winter. I like shoveling snow, the invitation to shovel Zen-like, methodically and mindfully. I like to imagine the winter falling upon us, the way the snow does, bringing a change of pace, bringing quiet to the land. I like how winter makes one glad to come indoors, to get warm and be cozy; how this season invites a quieter, more interior way of being for a while.