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Cussing on the Way to Church


It was there, while crossing the bridge that connect this part of Oregon with the southern part of Washington, that I glanced over at a boat cutting through the silver waters of the Columbia River. Maybe it was the stillness of the water. Or maybe it was the way the fading light cast out over the river. Just that brief glimpse from the steel archway joining the border of one land to another gave me pause. read more

About that Blackburn Murder & MPT’s allegations


Perhaps you heard about the pregnant pastor’s wife who was murdered in her home? Amanda Blackburn, 28, was shot and killed in her Indianopolis home during what police now maintain was a home invasion gone wrong. The Blackburn’s one-year old son was found in the home unharmed.

The killing happened shortly after Blackburn’s husband left for the gym. The killers reportedly entered the home through an unlocked front door. Some news reports indicate that Amanda, who was 12 weeks pregnant with the couple’s second child, was raped prior to being murdered. read more

Why we never gave up on church



We were like you once,

Not so very long ago.

We, after all, were the ones who taught you the words of

The B-I-B-L-E

And how deep and wide is

Our Father’s Love.

You aren’t the first, you know,

to raise the issues

We raised them, too.

We were asking hard questions while

you were learning to go potty in the big chair:

Why are there only white people in this congregation

when the neighborhood is mostly all black? read more

Mothers & Mental Illness

My childhood girlfriend was institutionalized following the birth of her first-born. Here she was, ten years later, in the third-trimester of her second pregnancy, talking out of her head again. We were having one of our catch-up phone calls. She from her home in Georgia. Me from my home in Oregon.

“I know what the problem is,” she whispered.

“Problem?” I asked, holding the phone closer so I could hear better. read more

I am like you

There are well-meaning good-hearted people on both sides of the Ground Zero Mosque issue. I believe that, I really do.

It’s just hard right now to see that, what with the way the people are carrying on. If I were Frank Peretti writing This Presence Darkness, I might imagine that demons are dancing, delighted by all the ugly ways in which we can hate on one another.

I blame media. Insipid talk radio, incendiary yammering on the 24-7 boob tube, and a blogosphere that considers fact-checking a click over to Wikipedia. read more