Category Archives: jesus
maybe i might love you
maybe you’re like me. maybe light has always hit friendship at a strange angle. i’ve always looked for the true friend, the real friend, the friend i could trust no matter what. and i’ve never found her. i’m watching my … Continue reading
here i am to worship, here i am to bow down
i smell her hair. strawberry shortcake. thin arms and legs with a head too large for any human body. i inhale and wish for the scented air i remember from the doll of my youth. i would have taped that … Continue reading
like a child
the other day a trusted friend hurt my feelings. i have a long and complicated relationship with friendship. it seemed best to begin to plot my revenge immediately. i figured out the ways to protect myself and to hurt back. … Continue reading
harry potter and true stories
we walked in a world created in one woman’s imagination. it was a real place. we heard languages from around the world spoken around, all of us lost in a shared reality that has come to mean so much to … Continue reading
ascending at your friend’s house
before jesus ascended into heaven, he took a walk. he led his followers to bethany on the eastern slope of the mount of olives, a sabbath day’s journey, about a half mile. he blessed them, lifted his hands and bye. … Continue reading
when the gospel goes missing
in a drawer, tucked away like a shirt, is the gospel. black and white beads on a thin string. my daughter made it in a sunday school class. its simplicity stole my heart. i put it away. reaching for a … Continue reading
man overboard! quick throw him this bible!
sometimes the story of jesus christ can get old. you know it already. lived, died, rose again. you know the tenets. you understand that redemption of bad situations into good that in turn can touch and change the lives of … Continue reading
codependent as the day is long
i have a real problem. i’m nearly addicted to the approval of people. it’s strange. and it strangles. it has made me do things that i’m not proud of. i’ll be the fool. i’ll be the fool for you. for … Continue reading
where is god?
i’m opening the clasp between four fingers, just at the tips. it is delicate work putting on a necklace. silver on the very edge of nail and then it’s behind my back and in my mind’s eye where this smallest … Continue reading
tell me the old, old story before i hurt someone
i’m remembering last night. i’m remembering the tone of his voice when he interrupted me. i’m remembering the exasperated sighs when he had to do what i do all the time for children. i’m remembering his apology that seemed half-hearted. … Continue reading
