The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young. Inside this aging body is a heart still as curious, still as hungry, still as full of longing as it was in youth. I sit at the window and watch the world pass by, feeling like a stranger in a...
For many trauma survivors, suicidal ideation isn't a desire to cease existing--it reflects a desire to escape a physical body or a social environment that make actual "living" impossible. It's paradoxical, but that desire to "die" is actually a desire to truly...
A body of men holding themselves accountable to nobody ought not to be trusted by anybody. --------------------------------------------------Gender-inclusive version: A body of people holding themselves accountable to nobody ought not to be trusted by anybody.
A faith without some doubts is like a human body with no antibodies in it. People who blithely go through life too busy or indifferent to ask the hard questions about why they believe as they do will find themselves defenseless against either the experience of tragedy...
Death of a loved one is a tear in the social fabric…it evokes two great needs, both of them very public. First, the body must be cared for and given disposition. Second, the community needs to tell once more the story of the life of the one who has died and the...
How does the thief on the cross fit into your theology? No baptism, no communion, no confirmation, no speaking in tongues, no mission trip, no volunteerism, and no church clothes. He couldn't even bend his knees to pray. He didn't say the sinner's prayer and among...
When Jesus was taken to be executed on the cross, 11 of the 12 men abandoned him, but the women stayed. When Jesus’ body was buried, the women were the first ones at his grave. When Jesus rose from the dead, the men were hiding, so the women announced his...
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the riversflow in the right direction, will the earth turnas taught, and if not how shallI correct it?Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,can I do better?Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrowscan do it and I...
The Thing Isto love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When grief sits with you, its tropical heatthickening the air, heavy as watermore fit for gills...
[W]e ought to embrace disabled bodies as a gift from God that both reveals divine action in the world and expands the fullness of image-bearing creation. from My Disabled Body Proclaims the Gospel