Category Archives: Awakening

Differences appear, right? This shirt is blue, that one is red. Sunflowers are not bluets. When you fall into the lake, I don’t get wet. Differences are not a problem. The problem is when you and I say, “this difference is me.” When we talk about separation, that’s what we’re talking about – that subtleContinue reading “Advent Journal: A Piece of Bread”

Thaddeus visits briefly to say, stop trying to win an argument. Nobody cares. When I protest, he shrugs and disappears. Not my circus, not my monkeys, as the kids say. In holy circles I am just outside the perimeter of, identity is not what matters – Jesus’s or anybody else’s. You have to let itContinue reading “Advent Journal: Briefly and Gloriously Perfectly Clear”

There are phases to a life, like there are phases to the moon. Flavors to a season of writing, the way Halloween had a flavor as a child, or Christmas. In Advent, I am happy and a little reckless. When you know the way God is alive and Christ afoot, then the work changes. ItContinue reading “Advent Journal: The Way to Freedom for All of Us”

1 There was a sense that something big was going to happen, something important. Maybe even something miraculous. I was going to do this big thing, or the big thing was going to happen to me. Somehow I was integral to it. Its effects were going to be transformative, world-changing, definitely for the better. PeopleContinue reading “Advent Journal: How Lonely One Becomes in Victory”

I’ve been sick the past few days. Welcome to the body, yet again. Last night I sat in the dark coughing, waiting for the light to change, which it didn’t. I dozed off in darkness, chest aching but happy. Happy because I have seen the Lord, and he speaks to me from beyond the reachContinue reading “Advent Journal: Holiness Rose Like A Fierce Gorgeous Tide”

Notes from A Retreat / 2025 1 Earlier this year, when the flowers started blooming in earnest, I began a long retreat. The expectation was that it would be brief – a few days, maybe a week. I was tired; the writing was meandering. A break, a rest – a respite of some kind –Continue reading “Flower Power: Listening to Jesus, Listening to Black Women”