I admit to you that I am scared. As I think about “Christian Nationalism” in my nation, region, city and neighborhood- I really tempted to look away and minimize or ignore the ARC worldview around me. Threats of violence cause me to fear: for the wellbeing of my family and community. The temptation to keep… Continue reading Look under the bed
Deep breath. This has been a difficult module for me. I see myself as a peacemaker and like to think of myself as someone who sees and appreciates difference and am willing to build bridges. Turns out I am not as good as I thought I was (which really shouldn’t be a surprise). As we’ve… Continue reading A Stumbling Bridge Builder
It is perhaps fitting that this final blog prompt asks us to reflect on both where we are from and where we are going. So, here goes: I am from the 30-year old keyboard that sits in the corner of my living room, that my dad bought for me when my parents divorced so that… Continue reading Where I’m from and where I’m going
I am from cots, beds And starchy white aprons I am from ward 8 Thermometers, bedpans And the wireless in the corner I am from silent looks And pass-it-on clothes I’m from the Lord is my shepherd And Amazing Grace, The Sacred Heart statue And the Angelus at noon. I am from the larks And… Continue reading I am from…
What does it mean to be a reconciling leader? I have asked myself this question throughout this Journey of Hope, and I suspect (hope) I will ask it of myself for the rest of my days. I held this question in mind when I wrote my “I Am From…” poem, and realized that for a… Continue reading Never Alone
I am from a faithful Anglican Priest lineage Who married into an equally faithful **“drinking family” (read “Catholic family”) (** Grandma’s quote in the family lore) I am from a family with too many children. I am from hopscotch and foursquare and Jax on the porch. I am from a bedtime routine of “Kiss, Eskimo… Continue reading I Am From…
I am from tea cups from avocados and chocolate I am from the warmth of CA sunshine I am from palm trees The lemon trees who’s long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own I am from baking and hosting from grandmas Carol and Ada I’m from avoidance and quiet and from… Continue reading I am from…
I am from the Saguaro cacti and tumbleweeds The trees full of buzzing cicadas on hot, summer nights I am from dial-up internet From Neil Diamond and Kenny G drifting from the CD player I am from the home that hosted Bible studies The cul-de-sac where we road bikes and played games with neighbors And… Continue reading Where I’m From
“Who must I become as a leader in order to accompany my church in her pilgrimage from the comfort of power and control to the vulnerability of community?” When this Journey of Hope pilgrimage first began, I felt an urgency to help move my church from here to there. I had anticipated this journey serving… Continue reading It’s Over…And We’ve Only Just Begun
