“And the donkey said to Balaam, ‘Am I not thy donkey?’” Numbers 22:30 Well, predictably, I fell off the AdventUs bandwagon after a mere three days, because I foolishly thought that things would slow down once classes ended. Ar har har. But I had to come back for today’s, because this is inexplicably one of …
When the well of imagination is dry, I find profound hope in the promise that Christ’s coming will usher in a new creation.
Maybe the first step in preparing the way is admitting how deeply we stand in need of repentance. Repentance for participation in systems that are broken, that perpetuate brokenness, and that are not sufficiently moved by the breaking of black bodies to enact meaningful change.
“Christ has no hands now in the world but yours.”
I had a lovely vision of how this Reading Week would go–an organized ballet of assignment completion, self-care, and chores. But lo, this vision now lies in ruin, for I have been visited by the Four Horseman of Grad School Scholarship.
Ever wonder what divine grace might look like to an 8-year-old?
I helped to design and lead today’s Eucharist service in Marquand Chapel. Together with some awesome collaborators and a willing congregation, we explored different meals in the gospels at which Jesus broke bread and gave thanks, offering brief homiletic moments about each of them. This one’s mine: On the shores of the Sea of Galilee, …