It is fifteen years and it feels like this morning. Our national holiday of remembrance of shock and horror and helplessness. We continue to create monuments for the dead and for ourselves. We keep asking God and about God, but we understand there are no answers, because we keep creating objects. We keep creating actions. […]
His name is Omran Daqneesh. He is five years old. He is in Aleppo, Syria. I cannot bear to look at him. I cannot bear to look away. As a parent, as a person, I am gripped by sorrow. The sky shall not split asunder with mending angels descending. Bombs and death is the only […]
Listen to the dead. Violence, real, physical violence, is often the the first eruption when relational communication tangibly breaks down. Violence, gun violence, is the deafening, lethal megaphone that strikes fear and sorrow in our hearts. Violence is the material manifestation of the brutality of the heart and mind and soul and spirit. Institutional violence against […]
Ian Kevin Curtis 15 July 1956 – 18 May 1980
It’s the rare year when Easter and Passover miss each other by weeks. And the death of Prince is going to eclipse everything in a Bacchic frenzy. But that’s not how things work in this place. This night is still different from all other nights.
Sixty-one years ago today, at Tegel Prison in Flossenbürg, Germany, Nazi guards hanged Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Two weeks later, the Soviets would liberate the prison. This is the last poem he wrote, found in his cell. “By the Powers of Good” With every power for good to stay and guide me, Comforted and inspired beyond all fear, I’ll […]