We can choose to harness history's power—the power of the stories we tell—to claim hope and love as things that last, as the things that matter. We can choose to tell the better stories. And if we are fighting to make space for the better stories amid the bad news, if we are too sad or too angry to tell the stories ourselves, we listen to those who tell them for us.
Without the bright light of the resurrection, I would always believe the sadder stories. They are, after all, so much more common.
Posted on Oct 20th, 2014 in belief
, Disquiet Time
, Jesus Christ
, wrestling with God
The Bible is an invitation. An invitation to contemplate who we are, as individuals, communities, and as a species. An invitation to contemplate and encounter what is holy and sacred, which is found smack in the middle of the mundane, the ordinary, and...
Let’s make one thing clear up front: I am drawing here on my experience as an avid memoir reader, not as a memoir writer. I have one book to my name, and while it is partly a memoir and was well-reviewed, having written one memoir does not make me an expert in writing memoir. But I think [Read More...]
Posted on Nov 29th, 2013 in anxiety
, creation story
, Dietrich Bonhoeffer
, God as beginning and end
, The Bonhoeffer Reader
So, this arrived on my doorstep about two weeks ago. I agreed to read and write on The Bonhoeffer Reader for the Patheos Book Club because I’ve always wanted to know more about Bonhoeffer and his theology. But I didn’t know the book would be so big. (The photo doesn’t quite convey its heft. It’s really, really big.) [Read More...]