Broken-Down Burundi 14 May, 2015 Burundi, today I turned my face away from you. Every word I heard sounded like a rumor, not a fact. My head ached as it spun in… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ This Advent, We Mourn } 23 Dec, 2014 Our streets tremble these days. They quake with so much wrong and woe. How can we think of green garlands and twinkle lights, or send carolers out… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ Deeper Story: none to comfort } 15 Dec, 2014 I used to anticipate Christmas. I anticipated The Birth, the joy and the peace. The weeks of waiting, called Advent, intensified the arrival of the baby. The… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ I am the betrayer } 13 Dec, 2014 Often times personal lament and confession overlap. There are moments we see ourselves amid the ashes and we complain, confess, speak out our part in the wrongness… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
some to comfort 01 Dec, 2014 Everyone wants to deck the halls with blaring reds and shining silvers, eager to rush into celebration. We love the Christmas music, old and new, the blow-out… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ Red Letter Christians: Adoption Lament } 25 Nov, 2014 “What was her name?” my daughter asks. “Did anyone save a picture of her?” “Do you know where her house is so I can see where she… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
the scars of our sons 20 Aug, 2014 My son is dead on the street. A part of me lay dead, too. The whole of me crumples over with the weight of ‘Why?’ I look… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ Deeper Family : Everyday Lament } 07 May, 2014 Words pierce like a weapon. The comments crisscross via phone slashing her. In the middle of a seminary campus walks a woman with quick stride and a… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
When the roads to Zion mourn… 02 Apr, 2014 The week moved fast with controversy, but slow with grace. The magnanimous inched along like amber molasses, slowly shining, but outpaced by hot hostilities burning through my… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ Deeper Family: He Sits With Women } 05 Mar, 2014 He sits with women. When trouble comes, the mamas and widows gather at the edges of peril and my husband finds them. He joins them. Last week… Share:FacebookTwitteremail