Make Israel Great Again
Friends, I have not written much over here because I am trying to finish my book and get it to my publisher on time. But I did write some thoughts, Make Israel Great Again, and shared with Kristen Howerton. Here is an excerpt: It’s occurred to me that the call to make America great again is not new. I heard it in the Old Testament and I’ve caught whiff of it in the New Testament as well. Of course, in…
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Justice Work
[one_third][/one_third][two_third_last]Slow Kingdom Coming: Practices For Doing Justice, Loving Mercy And Walking Humbly In The World by Kent Annan I met Kent Annan at the end of a long table of new friends back in December. I'd already read one of his previous books, After Shock, and knew him to be a ruthlessly honest and skilled writer. He shared about this forth-coming book, Slow Kingdom Coming. The title alone captivated my imagination. The idea of articulating practices for justice work spoke…
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The Company We Keep
I walk the hallway of the large mission-minded church and see the pictures of women, children and men from across Central America and East Africa. Interspersed among the colorful images is a series of canvases with the words from the prophet Micah: do justice, love mercy and walk humbly before God. It is the iconic verse for mission programs, both short-term and long, wanting to do good in the world. Israel was in a bad way at the time of…
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March On, Sisters
In the brickyards of Egypt the Hebrew men worked under harsh taskmasters under the directive of a hard-hearted Pharaoh. In the waters of The Great Nile Hebrew boys drowned under the death edict of the same man, afraid the ferocious fertility of the slaves would overpower them otherwise. The original task of infanticide was handed to the midwives; they were instructed to kill all the boys on the birth stool. But the women conspired together, bringing both boys and girls…
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Easter (a poem)
Easter (a poem born on Holy Friday)   They call it Benghazi now. his childhood home a street lined with soldiers and rifles.   the locus of violence, site of mass grave(s), shuttered shops, vacant compounds.   We drove through Golgotha. too many crucifixions, not enough resurrections.   On the other side a mountain range made of clouds against the open sky of pale blue.   room for hopes to catch the wind flutter like a kite floating above the…
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Footwashing
Matara is a land of milk and honey, a land filled with God’s abundance. Claude and I went to visit our friends there wanting to spend time in their homes and surveying the bounty together. It was a great morning witnessing the staggering progress of this once impoverished community. Now they are local leaders, now they have food to share with neighbors, now their children are top of their class! The rain came suddenly. We decided it was time to…
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I See you, Burundi
We landed after thirty-plus hours in transit. Jostling carry-on bags and excitement, we made it to the bottom of the stairs, stepping foot into the tarmac in the pitch dark. No lights anywhere. The terminal ahead stood black against the night sky. I scurried across the tarmac, herding my children like chicks, until we reached the threshold and the arms of my awaiting husband. Airport workers and travelers alike were armed with cell phones, not flash lights. To the glow…
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Love Liberates
Men trapped under cruel taskmasters in the brickyards of Egypt and women losing still-swaddled sons to the watery grave of the Great River. Land, livestock and freedom taken from these families long ago, the Hebrews teetered on the edge of utter hopelessness. Anguish too deep for words—almost. They cried out. A primal scream directed at no one in particular cut through the mire of enslavement. Maybe the recurring nightmare, the nocturnal remembering of round-bellied cows and children prodding them with…
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Leaning Into Lent
Before too long we will wake to Ash Wednesday, bowing our heads and remembering that from dust we came, and to dust we shall return. We will begin a season of reflection and sacrifice. We might fast. We will contemplate again Holy Week, giving ear to Friday and Saturday before we celebrate Sunday. Here are resources I recommend for the Lenten Season. [one_third][/one_third][two_third_last]The Last Week: What the Gospels Really Teach About Jesus's Final Days in Jerusalem by Borg and Crossan…
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Black History Month Reading
A friend posted this on social media: "White privilege is your history being part of the core curriculum and mine being taught as an elective." I keep thinking about this and know it is true. As a white woman, I need to work harder to listen to the black communal wisdom. I need to seek out testimonies of their history, too often sequestered to elective classes, small publishing houses and neighborhoods unknown to me. February is Black History Month. I…
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