We confuse ourselves into thinking that we make the world go ‘round, and in this confusion we run ourselves into the ground while life springs forth without our doing anything at all. It just happens.
Brendan Busse wonders whether a comedic moment in the Jackie Robinson biopic is also a window into another, non-racial, story of exclusion.
“There is nothing we can do but love” said Dorothy Day. Brendan Busse couldn’t agree more, because it’s only in love – in embracing our fundamental amateurism – that we can do the same.
What is the one thing standing between our dusty origin and our dusty destiny? The Love of God. Only this.
Accepting the gift of our life reveals a powerful truth: the antidote to poverty is not wealth. It is generosity.
Never intimidated by the impossible, Brendan Busse asks both the religious and secular some questions about how we talk with one another.
“I’m deeply aware that in the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas we live between two questions: ‘What do you want?’ and ‘What did you get’? …”
“In the end, I suppose thinking of God as a DJ isn’t the worst metaphor out there. Imagine him bent over a mixing board holding one headphone to his eternal ear, taking the tracks of history and mixing them up…”
“We don’t listen enough. We tweet. We post. We like. We share. We recommend. We promote. We rave. We rant. …Connected we may be, but attentive we are not. This is not good.”
This is my psalm of lament: “God, damn it” (Psalms of Brendan – Book 1, verse 1). Is it too much? Or is it prayer?