Tag Archives: Christianity

How Long

Nine thirty a.m. on a Friday found me waiting in a long line of parent vehicles, a bottlenecked stream of us, trying to make our way to the public library parking lot where the school buses, windows steamy and fully … Continue reading

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Aromatics, Part II: Jesus the Cook

“I told them that this is a God who rose from the dead and grilled fish on the beach with his friends and then ascended to heaven and is especially present to us in the most offensively ordinary things: wheat, … Continue reading

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Night Clouds

“I didn’t know,” a daughter whispers to me in the moonlight as we pause at the window on her way to bed, “that there were clouds at night.” Her voice is wonder-laden and so lost in thought she could be … Continue reading

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Going Back

A former attendee, now downgraded to visitor, went back to the old church downtown for the noon midweek service. She parked west of Westnedge in front of the overflow lot for Gonzo’s Big Dog Brewing Co. at the edge of … Continue reading

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Aromatics, Part I: You had me at “the blessing of the backpacks”

“You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.” –David, Psalm 23:5 The website for our nearest United Methodist Church outpost had this curious write-up: Blessing of the Backpacks: August 27th during the 10:30 a.m. service. Bring your backpacks to … Continue reading

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the maimed and miraculous

“And I dreamed I saw the bombers / Riding shotgun in the sky / And they were turning into butterflies / Above our nation” –Joni Mitchell, “Woodstock” “Jesus, as a mother you gather your people to you; you are are … Continue reading

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Tree Man

For at least 25 years I’ve been doodling trees–in margins of notebooks in high school English, on my flared jeans in Sharpie during Survey of the Old Testament in college. ┬áNear home in Tinley Park, Illinois, there was one particular … Continue reading

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