Tell the Truth, But Tell it Slant

Sometimes the truth needs to be told from an angle. The truth head on can blind a person or scare them, like a bolt of lightning. Better to tell it in a more circuitous way. Or so it seems Emily Dickenson believed if we grasp her poem. Jesus liked to tell it slant in his…

Honoring COVID-19 Heroes with More Than Yard Signs

I’m grateful for the current groundswell of interest for those people serving in our retirement homes, grocery stores and health care facilities. We are giving tremendous shout-outs to people in service sector jobs like farm workers and bus drivers. There are homemade signs and commercials celebrating people in essential manufacturing jobs, such as those making…

The Reward of its Waiting

Janine and I have been participating in a virtual version of the Camino de Santiago, walking every day in the woods. I’ve grown in my appreciation of our symbiotic relationship with trees and plants. It reminded me of a poem I wrote for Janine on our 25th. She has a long love of trees and…

I’m Taking Offense at Your Offense

I’ve been troubled by the vitriol coming from friends I know to be serious students of Jesus. Friends who call him Lord, brother and teacher and who strive to follow his example. The last two presidents, for instance, have elicited toxic responses from many of my Christian friends. Of course, the anger and, dare I…

Of Weeds and Wounds and Willfulness

In the slow times. When work has dried up and I can’t go into the office. I’ve taken to working in the yard, pulling up weeds by hand. Dandelions mostly, staring up at me with hateful yellow eyes. Once you’re close to the ground, on your hands and knees, you spot the others. The ones…