Instead of straining to stay unspotted from this
world, why not say I do to flesh and blood, and
commit yourself to a people and a place, and vow to
love and be loved in return?
I was hearing every other word, but it was clear that Karen and the woman now yelling at her had some history. The woman felt owed something from the previous night, screaming things into Karen's face about being paid back or else. Jessica cowered behind her mother’s leg. I tried not to stare until I heard the last bit clearly.
...But what goes wrong in church is what goes wrong in all human endeavors. Whatever people involve themselves in and multiply ends up magnifying both our best and our worst. Write Rumi's poetry and xenophobic hate speech on the same deflated balloon, and then inflate it. The expanding magnifies it all.
“I hate to say it, but I’m just burnt out on church. My husband and I have tried four or five over the last year, and they’re all….” she searched for words that would be both true and sensitive to my full time gig as a pastor.
“Awful?” I offered.
She smiled. “Awful.”
Steve's Daugherty and Claybrook wax philosophical about Satan, Love and some electoral subtext.
Steve, Stephen and Brandon chat with Science Mike from the Liturgists and Ask Science Mike.
In honor of World Mental Health Day, Steve and Stephen chat about the expectation in faith culture to (pretend) to be what were not for Jesus. It's only a little emo here and there.
Steves and Dr. Brandon talk about the Prophet Muhammad, the Quran, and other things you probably won't hear from the cable news grind.
Mother Teresa, miracles, the supernatural, the regular natural, Buddha, Paul Rudd and more!
Stephen and Steve discuss a tradition of forging new worlds and how some pastors, like all of us, appear to inadvertently bow to babylonian gods.
“The wound is the place the light enters you.“ –Rumi, unaware of nighttime injuries
Wrinkle: being very interested in something often feels like being an expert on it.
We’re going to wince so much, you’re going to be so sick and tired of wincing.