In the Gospel of Matthew, we hear, time and again, that the Kingdom of heaven is already here. Needless to say, Matthew is my favorite gospel. I want to believe in a heaven on earth; I’ve spent my life trying to find it. This heaven I’m looking for reveals itself in tiny blink and you… Continue reading heaven on earth – can it be real?
I’ve come to a point where I don’t know what to do. I want to act but I’m not sure how and I’m worried that, because of my paralysis, my own energy towards abolishing systemic racism will wane. Yesterday my friend invited me to attend a peaceful protest and I didn’t go. Me, a woman… Continue reading clutching my beads
With all of these hours at home, now seemed like a good time to do a little self reflection, so when my sister invited me to a 21 day meditation practice, I was in. Then day 1 came and I found it impossible to sit still and engage with my own self for 15 minutes.… Continue reading courage in stillness
This morning was beautiful, a gift in the midst of Phoenix summer heat, so I carried my coffee, toast, and book outside so that I could breathe. Arizona has opened up, but every time I step foot outside to interact with strangers, I am afraid. This virus feels like an insidious worm wriggling into our… Continue reading fear, faith, and the pandemic
I'm tired even though I've been getting enough sleep. I'm tired even though I've been intentionally taking walks in the sun each day. I'm tired even though I've been eating better than ever. I'm tired because my body has finally let go of the information-rush adrenaline and has moved into an inability-to-act funk. You've heard… Continue reading too tired to pray
Disneyland is closed, schools are canceled and then, so must be life. Yesterday, I spent much of my day monitoring news and Twitter. I read from a woman who confidently shared her quarantine grocery list, which consisted of 5 Costco flats of eggs. Wait, do I need 5 Costco flats of eggs? People were lamenting… Continue reading prayer through fear
Lent is coming. What are you giving up? This is the question heard across generations as we enter into the season of Lent. Innocent children and their experienced grandparents are curious, both about the question and its answer. We all want to know. What are you giving up? Before we crawl into one another's minds,… Continue reading a suffering lent
"I'll pray for you."
This is what we say to other people of faith when we don't know what else to say. We hear words proclaiming sickness or family strife or difficult decisions and then we nod, with sympathetic eyes, and say the words. I'll pray for you.
I do. I do pray. I throw that prayer up to God and let it float away, wondering as I watch it go if it will find its way...make its mark...even matter at all.