I love that it is the unorthodox who are almost always the heroes in the stories of Jesus. Take, for example, the sinful woman who—in a most unorthodox manner—washed the feet of Jesus with her tears and dried them with her hair in the house of the “righteous” and observant Pharisee. Jesus was disgusted with the Pharisee’s self-righteous judgment and condemnation: “Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, ‘Do you see this woman? I came into your house….
Dying reveals your true self. When you are dying, you want more than anything to let those around you know how much you love them. Your greatest fear is that you will leave this world, leaving those you love questioning, for the rest of their lives, how much you loved them. You find that words are clumsy and inadequate. You are overwhelmed with memories and emotions of having loved those you love. Your deepest yearning is to convey love. You…
I am writing for those on the edge, those on the fringes or those who have already left organized religion (which I will refer to herein as the “church” regardless of denomination). If you are an active or staunch member of your church, stop reading. You will probably not like or empathize with what follows. But if you’re ready to leave, feeling lost and alone, confused or afraid because you no longer believe what you once thought you believed and…
Dear Dad, When I was a kid I didn’t truly appreciate you. I’ll just say it. They never told me how hard a man works. That work slowly kills a man, grinding away at who he was and what he dreamed he’d become, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute. Slowly and almost imperceptibly. They never told me that men die, on average, ten years sooner than women. They never told me about prostate cancer. They never told…
