I don’t like you, but I really want to love you

The more I try to love people I don’t like, the more I find out that it’s not just hard. It’s actually costly. It requires something of me, something sacrificial.

“Jesus was a socialist…”

The radical claim of Jesus is not that we are so much free from something—oppression, marginalization, even sin or death—but that we are free for something. And that something is the terrifying prospect of being able to love in the ultimate way…unconditionally and sacrificially.

A prayer for Ferguson

I’m praying that the people of Jesus will worry less about the silent voices of invisible imps and demons tempting them to misbehave and worry more about the systemic sin of an industrial/political/military complex that stirs fear and mistrust in order to protect its wealth and power and privilege.

Time to come clean…

I think part of the problem is that I sort of lost focus. I had begun to drift into what can be a dangerous area for writers. I had started to think I needed to write about things people wanted to read.