Saturday, April 3, 2021
Sunday, March 14, 2021
Come on this Holy Saturday When it feels all hope is gone
Friday, March 5, 2021
Jesus talks about a widow and an unjust judge
Wednesday, February 24, 2021
When she was a puppy She was tiny and cute And new.
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
America is a junkie
who will shoot almost anything that will give it
the rush, the high of racism, violence and white nationalism
Having lost the Oxycodone of slavery
it has a long history of using
Jim Crow and the KKK
booted thugs and violence against people of color
Black men die in the streets.
Brown children are caged at the border.
The rush for Junkie America is incredible
so it will do anything to get high.
Today Junkie America broke into it's parent's house
to steal the keys to the family car.
America's parents need to sent it to treatment
have it committed
as a danger to self and others
It will take some time.
America will kick and scream and curse
it may spend some time in seclusion.
But maybe, just maybe
one night, drinking bad coffee
it will sit down next to a grizzled old ex-junkie
with scarred knuckles and broken nose
Admit that it is powerless over it's bigotry and hatred
and it's life has become unmanageable
Then it must make a decision.
It will be a bitter pill to swallow.
But it won't be the hardest one
I hope you get sober, but I need to warn you
That 5th Step is a bitch
and Step 9 will nearly kill you.
But if you do it, if you work your program
The world will look at you again with respect
and your family might actually have a decent Thanksgiving Dinner again
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Christ is born,
and Rachel is weeping for her children.
Rachel seems to be always weeping for her children.
I wonder how much comfort it would have been
to the mothers of those boy babies in Bethlehem
to know that Christ had come?
Some smart biblical scholar ran the numbers and found that probably
No more than a dozen or so this small number
escaping the note of historians like Josephus
After all, what's one Jewish baby more or less
Rulers lives matter,
Herod was not about to see himself usurped
not even by his own family (he'd had three of them killed)
Much less some backwater baby from Bethlehem
No more than a dozen
I'm sure that was cold comfort
to the mothers
weeping over the bodies of their babies
Christ has come,
Rachel is still weeping.
Black men die in the streets
Bombs go off in Nashville
While mothers and grandmothers
grandfathers and fathers
Die in isolated hospital rooms
saying their goodbyes on Zoom
to families that will not even be able to hold funerals
Christ has come
Rachel is still weeping.
I heard an old preacher say once
that there is always enough pain in the world
to believe a Messiah will come
But there is also enough pain in the world
to make one doubt that a Messiah HAS come.
Christ has come, Jesus is born
Our world is in agony, where’s the Good News in that.
From the day He was laid in the straw
to the day His momma and daddy
became refugees on the road to Egypt
Their journey financed by the gold of strangers from the East
Til the day He hung, dying, naked on the cross
Jesus made His place among the broken, the forgotten, the marginalized.
Emmanuel, God with us
Bleeding, torn, His gut wrenched with compassion for our troubles.
That’s not the Messiah we were looking for
Unless, of course, you’re Rachel, weeping for her children.
Tuesday, November 10, 2020