I saw these small fallen blossoms on a morning walk and they felt fitting for this Ash Wednesday, when we remember the freedom that comes from remembering we are dust, yet God knows and cherishes us.
Since I began engaging the Lenten season over a decade ago, it’s always been hard for me. Fasting food brings up a lot of issues for me, and I would usually fail and give up 2/3 of the way in. I always felt obligated to fast without really understanding why or locating desires behind it, and the Enneagram 3 in me always pushed me…
TW: Violence, Racism, Elder Abuse
In the first week of February 2021, there were notable incidents of violence against Asian elders, including an 84 year old Thai man Vicha Ratanapakdee who was killed after being pushed in San Francisco.
While violence against the Asian American community is not new, it has been exacerbated by the covid-19 virus. Stop AAPI hate reports that 3 out of 4 Asian Americans are anxious of anti-Asian bias associated with the coronavirus.
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God of our elders, Creator of sacred bodies, we are outraged and we are scared. We…
Sometimes, it feels like
You have forgotten us-
left us in this unending cyclone
of uncertainty, grief, death, and loss,
wreaking havoc on our already fragile lives.
Yet your Incarnation reminds us
that you are not a far-away God,
but a God who always breaks in,
comes into the middle
of our pain and darkness.
So we say, “Come Lord Jesus!”
Come quickly, and save.
Into the middle of our grief
for lives lost too soon- unnecessarily, disproportionately -
Come and bring your holy tears alongside ours.
ONE: Into the middle of our separation…
God of the Turning,
On this day in which we watch the turning-
of one administration to the next,
a page filled with indecency, dishonesty,
corruption, and bigotry
to one that is yet to be written,
help us not be satisfied merely with
the turning of presidents.
Fill our hearts with the right measure of hope-
based not in myths of America’s greatness,
specific political parties,
or even the breaking of ceilings. …
Written on January 6, 20201.
In the face of domestic terrorism at the Capitol.
God of Revelation,
on this day when we see
the violence of Empire
rage in halls of earthly power-
Scaling walls, destroying property,
seeding dissension, disregarding humanity-
Open our eyes clearly
to the life and way of Jesus,
that we might be freed from tyranny.
Help us to seek You, like the Magi- unlikely worshippers treading softly, persistently, curiously onward toward a realm in which all living creatures are united to bow low, before a King who lifts the humble, feeds the hungry, and turns the…
This year has been filled with tension- Unrelenting see-saw pushing us down, pulling us up disrupting our equilibrium, hurling illusions of status quo into the air and shifting us- back and forth up and down, this way and that We’ve felt the weight of the losses: The warmth of hugs, a flash of teeth from a stranger’s smile the intermingling of unlikely foods at a potluck, collective release as weeping moves through a funeral, the sound of “ohhhhhs” rippling through a live crowd, friendships forged in classrooms, banter in the middle of meetings, planned vacations, anniversary celebrations, huddling around a…
What a year it’s been.
Obviously, 2020 has been a year that many of us will remember. With countless reminders of how “unprecedented” or “momentous” it has been, it’s safe to assume that our memories will be selective. We don’t have capacity to remember it all, and not all of us will remember the same events. Not all of us will have been impacted by the same things. Not all of us will feel the same emotions at the end of this year. And that’s okay.
For me, this year has been a year of embracing tension. I’ve been learning…
2020 has felt like a lifetime.
So much has happened. So much of our society was in turmoil and chaos. So many of us experienced grief, loss, and heartache. So much of life was in a constant state of uncertainty and change.
While many of us feel ready for 2021, jumping into the new year expecting that everything will magically change and get better is unwise. …
Our church has been exploring a series for Advent on “Jesus and the Community of Creation,” looking at some of the overlooked players in the birth story of Jesus. In the second week of Advent, we’ve been looking at the birth story from the perspective of the hay, and I wrote this poem as a reflection on its place in welcoming Jesus.
QUESTIONS FOR THE HAY
What did it feel like to be a resting place for Jesus? To follow Mary’s womb as the second member of Creation that hosted the Lord of hosts, held his small, brown frame freshly…
What kind of God chooses the womb? The Creator of the cosmos, Infinite being entering our world in finitude as a fetus, curled up inside a uterus. The Maker of waters, and everything else swimming in an amniotic sac, growing limbs and making space by doing flipturns on abdominal walls. The Author of all time and space contained- silently growing day by day, week by week with little display besides a concealed bump on Mary’s body, little jabs poking her ribs at night. The Almighty God, holding the power of the universe, choosing to be emptied of it- to become…
Co-Pastor @bethelcommunitysl | Director of Advocacy @fphayward | pastor, activist, writer | married to @eubanksme | co-author of @lentenlament | she/her