The Real Mother’s Day

What if Mother’s Day was originally a revolutionary movement? What if the second Sunday in May every year wasn’t just about your kids and your family? I always figured Mother’s Day was the creation of Hallmark. Then my friend Jen sent me the link I’ve included just below. I was surprised–and uplifted!–to discover that the…

Finding Water in Cuba

  A few days ago I drank water from a spigot in Itabo, Cuba. It was the water of life. I don’t know why this is, but almost always we must go to the desert to find water. Of course no one “goes to the desert to find water.” We find ourselves in desert spots,…

Stretch Out Your Hands

Today I changed my father’s diaper. He is mostly helpless, half paralyzed from a stroke and, at 97, weakened. Congestive heart failure and dangerously low blood pressure had already sidelined my father. Now he cannot swallow and must be fed through a peg in his stomach. He has lost 30 pounds. Every bone showing, he…

Love that Will Not Let Go

Palm Sunday. This day is an on-ramp for a kind of sanctified chaos. In one moment we hit glory and plummet in the next to tragedy. Our mouths fill with the richness of that final meal-before-the gallows, then our tongues dry and the pits of our stomachs sour in the fast. If suffering is simply…

Forgiving…To Save Our Own Lives

Jesus’ story of the Prodigal Son brings us into the presence of absolute forgiveness. We toss around the idea of “unconditional love” as if it were not a dangerous thing. We love the notion of forgiveness…but only to a point. After all, there is finally a right and a wrong. Jesus’ story of forgiveness is…