awake
                    Posted in conjunction with SheLovesMagazine.com's synchroblog AWAKE. I piled on the bus with all the others, different in my whiteness, age, visibility. The teens jostled to find seats around us, excited to be selected and to be on a bus going anywhere. These Batwa boys and girls chattered away in youthful pitch, punctuated by loud bursts of laughter and occasional outbursts into song. Today we were traveling to Bubanza together.…
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my mission, my children
Children weren’t in my preferred future. I remember growing up baby-sitting was the most painful way to earn money. I did it for a season until I gathered ample funds to purchase my first Bible, but then I quit. In college studying the affects of advertizing and programming on children – again I was convinced parenting with all those choices was not for me. I avoided children at church, refusing to volunteer in Sunday School. Sticky, smelling, loud and demanding…
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garden variety insecurity
I've been struggling with insecurity the last couple of days. Everything I write I want to trash. My ideas feel still-born. Trying to be brave I end up feeling foolish - and small. Remember when Adam and Eve owned the Garden? I mean owned it as in strutted around with confidence, without clothes, without insecurity? What must that have been like? To be naked and unashamed - unconcerned with external evaluation, unafraid of the environment, to walk about picking fruit…
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{ ShePonders: Jezebel }
While never accused of having a Jezebel spirit, I’ve been in the room when others were so branded. Circulating in charismatic churches for many years I learned no one wants to be called a Jezebel. When we described someone (always a woman in my experience) as having a Jezebel spirit we meant she was controlling, manipulative, bossy and aggressive. It seemed to be the perfect insult clouded in Christian-speak. I began to wonder who this woman was and why we…
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call & response
In the throes of transition she asks: When you take away the church buildings, where is your tribe? When you take away your parents and sisters and grandparents, where is your family? When you take away people who like the same food or music or God, who are your friends?     And then my son asked: How do you create a community? How indeed… I think you begin by dipping into the clouds, leaning into the breeze, wiggling toes between…
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a lament: faith & violence
Faith and violence have no business being in the same room. Whenever they mingle, their handiwork is hell-bent. True religion, as James described centuries ago, involves reaching out to the widows, orphans, the most vulnerable. Violence only creates more vulnerability. Our postures of prayer, hands clasped or bodies bent forward and prostrated, should create space in us for faith in increase, hope to stir, love to rise up. Our houses of prayer should move us to the threshold of the…
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faith statement (riffing on Barbara Brown Taylor)
Barbara Brown Taylor with The Work of the People (follow this link to see the clip Travis Reed / The Work of the People filmed with BBT capturing her reflections on pain & faith.) Barbara Brown Taylor makes this faith statement: '...if I will trust that what comes to me is for me - that what comes to me in my life is for me and not against me.' She says this in the context of her relative experience of pain, and I…
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back to school can bring me to tears
Twenty new first graders from the Batwa village in Matara begin school today, Monday. They prepared for school as if it were normal, as if expected. This is a new normal. Three years ago these kids came to Matara with their families. They were two years old. The story they were living did not include education or hope for a bright future. The story they were born into made it almost impossible for Batwa to go to school and an…
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{ ShePonders: Awake to Creation }
I’ve never been a nature girl. Growing up I hated hiking – in large part due to the stiff brown hiking boots from the boys department my mom made me wear. But the dirt, poking pine needles and incessant buzz of bugs made each trail torture. I was never a big fan of sitting outdoors for a picnic or round a fire braving (enduring more like) the elements. If an outing required more than sunglasses and sunscreen, safe to say…
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our bright future
Diet Coke in hand, I plopped in front of the t.v. to watch the Republican National Convention where visions for the future are cast. (The Democrats are currently hosting their convention complete with vision casting.) The candidate for President painted his picture of a ‘bright future’: That America, that united America, will preserve a military that is so strong, no nation would ever dare to test it. (applause) That America, that united America, will uphold the constellation of rights that…
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