I’ve been hearing from some of my friends that they are tired of their tax dollars being used to enable people who were too lazy to work.
Am I the guy who was once the starting quarterback but is now diminished to where I only play occasionally off the bench? I can’t look at it like that. I have a whole life to live and it does not include becoming less as I get older.
His eyes were a haunted mix of fatigue and defiance, as well as a touch of joy, I think.
The young Black man came through my line.... and I wondered... how often does this person get to feel safe?
This is not new. And it shouldn't be a surprise. The only thing that should shock anyone is that rioting still seems to be a necessary last resort because things have changed so little.
I’m horrified that we locked my sweet, loveable, funny aunt into a prison of silence, where she dreaded the day she would die and go to the hell we had created.
I’m scared like everyone else right now. I have one of those essential jobs where I come out of isolation to sell groceries to people, some of whom could be contagious. The anxiety hangs on me like an extra weight that I carry wherever I go. Sometimes it gets me down but it’s my job … Continue reading Essential Work (101st Post)
Over my time as a minister, people whispered these questions to me, often ashamed to put them into words. I’m articulating them in hopes of engaging their thinking.
It has taken me a long time to see that our religion could be a tool to prey on the vulnerable. The baptismal waters come closer to drowning them rather than cleansing them.
I'm not going to be attending my 35th college reunion.