God & Money: A Prayer
I pray for the Good News of open palms and outstretched fingers, especially for hands exhausted from grasping and grip.
Cabin Fever Compels Me to Bike to the Anacostia River
Today I’m an astronaut. I need to shuttle beyond the orbit of my block. I launch east from my home planet: turning left, then right. I cycle through a few green lights, making sure to stop by the house with a train-shaped Little Free Library. Trains also travel to car-free universes. I discover a Golden…
The Next Labyrinth Journey
I enter these bowels again, knowing in my gut I can trust this place. Not a trap, but an invitation to return:…
The Benefit of Sharing Our Poetic Words
How would you describe the summer of 2020? What images and words come to mind? For me, I see my fingers curling around a cobalt blue pen, my knuckles dried out from floods of hand sanitizer. I’m sitting on a bench by a local river on a sunny June afternoon. A few days before, the…
Review of Healing Racial Trauma
When you have a painful problem, what do you do? Some of us ignore it, and stuff it down deep in our gut. Some of us lash out at others, projecting our ills onto them. Some of us become workaholics, thinking if we just work harder and faster, then we can somehow overcome that irksome…
“In the Beginning”
The first thing I noticed as I entered the auditorium was the pile of Ken Ham books. Titles like The Lie: Evolution screamed at me from the table while I tried to take in the scene. I needed to introduce myself to the speaker for that evening’s lecture, a biblical scholar presenting “Creation and Evolution:…