“Whatever madness, or rage, or illness, or who knows what was the cause of this, damn it, God. Literally, God: damn it. Declare it accursed. Banish it. Abolish it.”
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Rearranging the Furniture for Advent
Just when the cold and dark arrives Advent steps in and says: don’t despair. New life is coming. Make space for it by moving the furniture a bit, and wait attentively.
Listen Here. Write Now.
“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.”
Thanksgiving Day
And now, bless the God of all, / who has done wondrous things on earth; / Who fosters people’s growth from their mother’s womb, / and fashions them according to his will! / May he grant you joy of heart / and may peace abide among you.
Angry Prayers (Parental Advisory: Explicit Language)
This is my psalm of lament: “God, damn it” (Psalms of Brendan – Book 1, verse 1). Is it too much? Or is it prayer?
Another Word for Friend
But this was a wedding weekend, which means that the conversation inevitably and rightly turned to the couple. And everybody said it; I said it: “You two are so good together. You seem so happy.”
Doubting Miracles, or A Reason to Believe
It takes a couple miracles to be officially named a saint. Facing up to the doubt we sometimes feel, Joe Simmons wonders if these healing are verdicts in search of evidence or something more.
Mumford & Psalms: Hopelessness and Grace
In a counter-review, Brendan Busse counters his friend and brother Perry Petrich’s claim that “People are always hungry, cold and full of desire.”
Laughing at Prayer
I had a fool-proof plan for what would happen when I shared the passage with my prayer group: it was going to be a miracle. A salty tears, angelic choruses, cataracts falling from eyes, miracle.
Unfortunate Cookies
“I gently tugged the fortune loose from the cookie’s gnarled grasp. It’s sacred parchment was half translucent from sesame oil where the cookie had pinched the paper. And before eating I read silently, expectantly, to myself…”